The most satisfying moment I had today was at lunch; while the three of us perched on a bench facing the Statue of Liberty to eat ramen, I poured the broth into the bowl and watched the noodles plump slightly before pulling them apart with my chopsticks. 

Found in the marginalia of my hastily scrawled notes: BEST NOT TO THINK TOO DEEPLY ABOUT EMOJIS.

  

   

      

Kam about to outdo that sunset though… 

 

Was wondering how Milon came into being and what the reason behind the exploded-Christmas-tree aesthetic was and found a New York Times article that might have unraveled it: hippies.