April 03, 2006

After birthday parties and too much loneliness, Laura and I squeezed into a car loaded with boozed and bags to go visit visionary Indian friends, who, as it turns out, aren’t Indian at all. We talked mostly about penguins with our legs intertwined awkwardly, saw histories of violence, and fell asleep on couches trembling with tenderness.

Sleepovers are pretty great that way.