I'm reading an amazing graphic novel I found on Mike's bookshelf: Shenzhen: A Travelogue From China. You should read it.
It makes me wish I could draw. Then I wouldn't need a camera.
If I could draw I would draw this story:
Since I was a teenager I've had the same black, jaws-of-life hair clip. Every few months, I think I've lost it, but then I find it again. Yesterday I put it in my pocket and rode my bike to the coffeeshop. When I arrived, the clip was gone. I thought, I guess it's really lost this time. I drank my coffee, got back on my bike, went to stores, then lunch. Hours later, I returned to the coffeeshop to meet Fi. And there was the clip, in a puddle on the side of the road.
More pictures soon, I promise.