Om Nom Nom

Every time I walk into an Asian market I think about just moving in. The frozen animals, the vegetables that mean nothing to anyone here, drinks at the checkout from some completely other world—I’m genuinely obsessed. I don’t know why I haven’t done it. Why don’t I just live in one? Spend my whole life working through whatever’s in the next aisle, buying things I don’t recognize and will probably regret? Some better version of me did. Some worse version of me will. Anyway, I cleared out the shop at Alexanderplatz the other day and me and Len are about to destroy the entire haul. Om nom nom.