Everyone and everything that existed was here spilling from stall fronts and shops. You wanted it? They had it. You didn’t want it? They had it anyway. Things that lit up. Things you blew. Things that whistled. Things you threw. Things that lit up when you blew, whistled, and threw them. If China had thought of it, it was falling from the tops of brown cardboard boxes hosting orgies of shrink-wrapped plastic.
One thing two things Red things blue things
