kind of suits you

· still breathing

sax drifting up through my loose wind-rattly window from down on the street. somehow brings me back to standing in harry kwan’s today, with loosely stitched together suitings pinned and flattened and tucked and readjusted. felt like i was going back in time. not that i have that many occasions to wear a suit, but i’ve wanted one custom-made for a long time.