I do not forget the old year.
I shared this piece of graffiti in class today. None of us were sure what to make of it.
I asked in the cafe. One of the employees had seen it, but also didn’t know what to make of it. I asked if it mattered that se was guera or if people felt differently about the old year. He didn’t it think that it mattered that she was a caucasian woman with a tattoo and wasn’t clear about what one should think about the old year.
She’s no longer stuck to the wall. I don’t know where she went (but I haven’t forgotten her).