chopsticks are a thing of beauty. let’s see you pick up individual grains of rice with your clumsy forks, silly westerners.
the other day at the mall i saw a 14-year-old girl wearing a clash t-shirt. she really looked the part, too: rangy, tousled hair, ripped converse. i couldn’t help but smile at her. i should have asked her about the shirt. there’s no way a 14-year-old came to the clash on her own. there’s someone older in her life that’s having an influence on her.