asia dreams of lost kids named arnold. the perfect lip gloss. rain coats. she doesn't know a lot about finding things. mostly she sends boxes filled with other people's stuff, sealed and wrapped with sticky tape, back before the sting of remembering them gone sends her headlong into a sickening spin. asia dreams of stick and seal tape and the way desire can feel like a firm pull at any end of the lip to lip cardboard opening. the sound so strange. and stinging. asia dreams of moments. packed and sealed. to save. like picture postcards. and invisible things. like arnold. and her.