TINY SPOONS / words by Christopher Walla

I can’t believe it came up again this year. Once for cops, and once for air. Your struggle to remember the details and the drinks says loads about the things you can’t keep track of: Your checkbook and your phone; the things you thought you’d left at home; the wordless voice that keeps you so distracted.

I can’t believe you came up at all this year: Once for me but I wasn’t there.