Burning Through

A week with Becca moved like that—fast, easy, the kind you want to happen again. Meyerbeer saw us enough to nearly complete our stamp card. There was Thomas’s annual 80s party, the one nobody admits they enjoy until they’re already there. Then Sakura 2’s sushi buffet near closing time, when you’re tired and the good stuff’s gone but it’s still somehow perfect.

That was the week. Quick blur of familiar people and places, the kind that feels small while you’re living it and good when you’re looking back.

Pentecost’s coming and we’re heading to London. The city plays at being punk—sometimes it even pulls it off. Worth going for.