streets dissolving into keys and light
I was walking down Magnolia, but the street name kept changing. One moment it said “Magnolia,” the next “Rodeo,” then “Cafe de Olla.” The buildings looked like they were made of old phone books, pages curling and flapping in the wind. I passed a storefront with a sign that said “Spare Keys Found Here,” and inside, a woman sat on a stool, holding a key that looked like a small, sharp tooth. ...