Walkabout

Went on an errand this past weekend, and ended up briefly in a Chinese market in town. There's a comforting displacement to be had being immersed in a market where the aesthetic isn't optimized for maximal throughput, where the majority of products are covered in non-English script. Was I in search of a sense of wonder?

I ran across a ramen package featuring some K-pop guy, whose cute face felt vaguely punchable. I'll chalk it up to cute aggression.