I am reading Portrait of the Alcoholic by Kaveh Akbar, “as a child I wasn’t foreign so much as much as I was very small”; Frames of War: When is Life Grievable? by Judith Butler, “the precarity of life imposes an obligation upon us”; Kerotakis by Janice Lee, “the trick is to catch a black hole in orbit around another star”; I Am Not Your Negro by James Baldwin and Raoul Peck, “White people are endlessly demanding to be / reassured that Birmingham is really on Mars.”; and The Old Philosopher by Vi Khi Nao, “All kings are afraid of their own birthday, says the needle to the seamstress.”