FOR MY SENTENCING, I DRESS IN A SUIT. I BUY IT ESPECIALLY for this occasion. It might seem stupid to buy yourself a suit right before you go to jail, yet this is precisely why I get it. I need to reassure myself that this, going to jail, is in no way the end of my life. I pay extra to have the suit altered on the same day.
I wait for my suit in a cheerfully clean, cream-coloured coffee place in a shopping district. It seems surreal that right now I am here and tomorrow I will be incarcerated. I drink my tiny cappuccino, my pinky raised.
I watch the fat tourists going in and out of high-end shops. Small packages. They can only afford wallets, scarves, belts. But they seem happy. When they come out, their eyes are feverish. f**k it, they’ve got credit cards. They can always take on some ex
