Tuesday, March 6, 2018 4:16 PM

Outside the coffee shop, a man shouts once, gripping his head in his hands, as he stares at a black-rimmed death notice posted, among others, on a municipal bulletin board. In the city square, women in sweaters and scarves sit in wheelchairs beside their caregivers. Men at low tables play rapid-fire backgammon, slamming the markers hard on the boards. I didn't get to do laundry yesterday (nor, due to class, did I get to the protest) and I'm told not to bother doing laundry today -- hung out in the dusty breeze, it would only get dirty again. I try to find where, in this labyrinth of storefronts, I might find more socks.