It’s quiet— my mind, not the city that I’m in. 

Shanghai is not quiet. It’s loud and bright. 

Or maybe it’s not— I don’t know…I don’t know anything. I’m too much of an idiot to know anything…I’m a fool who believes anything that— 

“Does your throat still hurt when you swallow?”. Riko asks me. 

She’s been doing that since I opened my eyes…asking questions in that tone and acting like someone who cares. It makes my stomach ...