I Tipped An Exhausted Waitress One Hundred Dollars Until I Found Something In My Takeout Box

a specific variety of tiredness had accumulated, not the tiredness of overwork, which I understood and managed, but the tiredness of a life conducted through glass. Everything observed. Nothing joined. The note in the envelope was asking something of me in the mode of things that ask without knowing they are asking, and something in me, something that continue reading …