listened to this the whole day after my best friend moved to New York. just walked around my apartment touching things.

first album i described as mine to someone on a first date. they hadn't heard it. i paid for dinner.

she reads it herself and at one point her voice does this thing describing making kimchi with her mother. i was on the L and a stranger handed me a tissue without making eye contact. i think about that stranger a lot.

sent this to eleven people. nine of them texted back.