Lost Luggage for the Atari 2600
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Lost Luggage for the Atari 2600
I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.
— Maya Angelou
“Zipper? Try me.”
This zipper knew what it signed up for.
I warned it.
With every shimmy, suck-in, and silent prayer.
And yet — here we are.
Tension. Sweat. Delusion.
I’m not breathing,
but I am serving.
I can’t bend,
but I can break hearts.
One wrong move and it's over.
Not the outfit —
the illusion of control.
I didn’t come here to be comfortable.
I came to dominate the mirror
and walk like my decisions were made
on purpose.
So yeah,
one of us might lose.
But it won’t be the look.
Also? These are Em’s jeans.
Which explains everything
and forgives nothing. 😈
PSA: Travel with your NAME & CONTACT INFO inside your garment bags & your carry on luggage
"Eric Trump Called Anderson Cooper After an Airport Luggage Mix-up"
Not to be dramatic but this is literally the worst year of my life lol
June Wrap Up
Believe it or not, I wish I'd read more in the month of June. It was a busy month of long work days, soccer, pouring rain, and an injured foot—but I did get through some lovely reads. I sat under vivid dappled sunlight, reading Ada Limón's poetry and annotating the upcoming Never Say You Can't Survive, a guide to writing from Charlie Jane Anders. I reflected on Madame Clairevoyant's Guide to the Stars while sipping my morning coffee.
And I really dug into a long list of books in translation. I read North Station by Bae Suah, translated by Deborah Smith, and Before the Coffee Gets Cold by Toshikazu Kawaguchi, translated by Geoffrey Trousselot, while sitting along the Chicago River. I enjoyed the surreal Eartheater by Dolores Reyes, translated by Julia Sanches, and family epic Lost Luggage by Jordi Puntí, translated by Julie Wark. So it was a quality month of reading—and now we continue into July.