Status Updates From The Butterfly Lampshade

"I spend my yard sale tours trying my best to see these things that others pass by, to spot an object on a table that has lost all connection to its identity, or maybe a better way to say it is that it has been so flooded with someone else's identity that it has entirely lost its own."

"There I was, eight years old, standing by myself in the middle of the playground, totally still with the windy air, the diamond-patterned fence, the melting cracker taste in my mouth. Tracking. How the other kids running around thought I was still frozen from some long-past game of tag, and on the way back to class, had swatted my shoulder to unfreeze me."