I bite my lips: my father, bold, drank Jack in the yard, watered grass with his spit, bit heads off flowers he never planted, and loved those movies where the geezer’s still got a chance, but yet last week he still laughed—so that’s all I mutter: I don’t know.

The only thing that Mark Li (@markliterary) loves more than wandering museums is getting lost in one. However, he laments, the Mona Lisa doesn’t make very good conversation.