III. Dreaming in Color
Yesterday I had lunch at a Persian inspired cafe on Main Street. A waiter came up and introduced himself: I’m T, and I, confused, made a timeout sign with my hands. As in this T, I asked. Yup, as in Q,R,S,T, that T. What’s your real first name? Teddy, that’s my first name, but everyone here calls me T.
When I came out of the cafe t…
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