a baby and its mother sitting on my couch. the baby has a full set of adult teeth and tries to bite everything. i carefully reach to pull up the teething ring tethered to its shirt and put it in its mouth. to relieve the awkwardness i look at dylan who is standing in front of me. he’s wearing a purse. i tell him i like it and he shows it to me. it has an empty highway painted on it. he insists it’s new york city.