November 22, 2014

I was walking through a bookstore and while we walked by a shelf of comic anthologies, a friend picked out an especially thick volume as he turned to ask, “who would actually read from a book bound in such a large tome?”

I shrugged and moved on. Walking through the store, I noticed they were also selling music and shirts. On display on one of their tables was a fridge that was stocked with “unrotting” fruit and vegetables.

We were now walking up a hill, most likely heading home. He asked me if I was still taking Japanese classes. I said no and he asked me if I would continue to in college. I struggled to say maybe when I realized that I was already in college. I feared that I might have been lying.

We now sat at a table and he opened up an yearbook for me to sign. He had circled a spot in yellow marker that was designated “elementary friends”. Someone came to sign her name with a pink marker but purposefully outside of the circle. The blue marker in my hand never touched the page.