On the bus I realized that I’ve lived in this city for almost three years. As a family we always tended to move in Novembers. When I was born, November was summer. Now it’s winter on my birthday, and almost always election day. I cried the year George W Bush got re-elected. I was turning 17, so I had a lot to cry about anyway.

If you cut the world in half, you get a half orange. It’s winter on that half orange. On the other half, it’s summer. Things are mysterious for all of us.

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