November 21, 2016

We were visiting an orphanage and I pointed at a jar of pear jam. “How are we supposed to count this?” I asked.

I could see their new updates on social media on the inside of the jacket. They talked specifically about the past, including the meanings about their old poems.

The other coat hanging in the wardrobe had historical records written on the inside. I wanted to read them but didn’t feel comfortable doing so with my parents around.