Sunday, May 18

of stuffed crusts, plastic joy and evening snacks

1. We didn't go for lunch, but what could have been made me very happy.

2. All my books sitting pretty in their new coverings. Strangely satisfying.

3. Egg banjos taste better eaten on a rickety table next to a drain, surrounded by the sights and smells of a pasar malam, with someone you love.

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