I call the bookstore to see if they have any books by Lydia Davis. They don’t but that does not stop me from going there. On my way I think I actually see Lydia Davis though my memory is that she is a lot younger from the photo but I suspect the photo was taken some time ago.
But still, it looks like her. I move on.
Then I see a gay clergy from a church my boyfriend-not a gay church per se but that accepts gays. He’s there in a tank top and he has a large tatoo and I cannot study the tattoo without being noticed. Not that he would notice me per se because we met a few years ago when I had longer hair and was heavy. but your often suprised by people recognizing you.
Like Lydia.