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2015-12-27 • reviews

As my friends, trying to be helpful, pulled at my hair, trying to separate head from table, I wondered how a table could possible become so sticky. I began to dream about the sheer quantity of negligence, compounding over decades, truck-loads of spilled sticky rice, lightly brushed off with a napkin instead of washed with soap and water, congealing into an industrial strength adhesive, that had now attached my head to this table-top, possibly forever.