Spanning the SC
This afternoon, while asleep, I found myself on the street, eating a corn tortilla stuffed with melted cheese, while fording a soccer team in green shirts. At the same time my father was on the phone with my roommate, and lying about my whereabouts. When I got back to the apartment, neither did I say anything about the tortilla (I was feeling guilt about eating it), nor did I refute my father’s lies.