Do you shop black? I shop black all the time. A sailor’s body for a canvas, my shopping bag is a smorgasbord, the germs on a hall pass, an international buffet, a geography toy for children, a get well soon card shrouded in signatures, a passport stamped beyond capacity, a string of phone numbers on a bathroom wall. The media is a flea market accessible to all but the vendors make no money and security guards on payroll know, if you’re gonna eat, you’re bound to choke and the atmosphere is laissez-faire; pray for luck.