Kaleidoscope. 2.

We’re at City Lights bookstore. The school is having some sort of an event. It’s like poetry and stuff. We’re upstairs – up the wooden staircase paved with historical pictures framed on the wall. Collette is reading a poem she wrote. Something about kissing boys in Chinatown. In my head I’m just thinking: Wait, people … Continue reading Kaleidoscope. 2.