Hats

One of my favourite things to do is to go into department stores and try on all their hats. I like hats of all sorts—sun hats and newsboy caps, fedoras, berets. I like peculiar hats with feathers and birds on them. I like simple hats too, though.

Gradually, I shall amass a collection of hats. I would like to acquire some very garish ones, then wear them with clothes that don't match.

I have been thinking about hats a lot tonight, and they have delighted me so much that I would like to kiss someone. I live alone, though, and there is nobody nearby. This is something I must change about my life. I must shuffle and rearrange things so that, somehow, I shall always have people to kiss when I think about hats.