On the way home from
Chinatown, I stopped in Filene's Basement. Sometimes I feel I'm living a Bloomsian nightmare of belatedness (I'm bullshitting you, I've never read any Harold Bloom), in which I perpetually move to towns five years too late. Shortly after I got to Austin, the
Bazaar became Finagle a Bagel; not long after my arrival in Boston,
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