Sublime

“Dao reminds me of my father.” It wasn’t just that he was the same age as our fathers. It was also his trim and discreet appearance that made him familiar. His nondescript appearance was as much for camouflage as it was for comfort, cultivated to project a benign and anonymous professionalism. His appearance said: I am not one to take up space nor

“You know, I don’t think she ever lost her shit around her white friends.” “Yeah, well,” Erin said ruefully, “we were family.”

He has a kind, round face and the relaxed, easygoing manner of someone who’s spent most of his life in California.

At one point in my life, I learned how to think. I used to know how to feel. In war, these are lessons best forgotten.