i’m not gonna lie

i felt sentimental on the airplane back to new york. i cried during take off, probably because i was sitting in the window seat. i always want the aisle -easy access to the toilet, and i feel less trapped and less forced to look outside and see my littleness, my melodramatic antness staring out of plexiglass.
california was glorious. light brown and blue: the colors of chaparral and hill skies. my friends looked more beautiful than i remember, my dad’s asian shrimp and asian tea and asian peppercorn numbing my tongue was more delicious than i remember, the air smelled better, and my grandma remembered less.philip lorca dicorcia (philip lorca dicorcia)

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