I worked at the Portland Goodwill (briefly, for 12 days straight, then quit) during this same period Miranda July speaks of in this New Yorker piece. And yes, I also stole things. The afternoon I decided not to return (a thought planted in my head during the orientation when a woman explained, “If you don’t show up for work, we’ll send you your final check,”) I took off with a literary adaptation of Some Kind of Wonderful and one of many E.T. picture books in my collection. Not the one pictured, though. I’m not sure what happened to that Goodwill score, which was a larger paperback.
Now that have an iPhone, I will take all photos using apps like Instagram and use filters to make them looked washed-out like a found Polaroid, as is the style of the day.
A choice letter to E.T.