Searching for air-conditioned places when venturing through the city in midday sun becomes unbearable, I always end up surrounded with clothes. Remember how they always told you you shouldn't go out at all from 11am to 4pm in the summer? I'm trying to make up for the past two months into which I squeezed the entirety of my remaining university obligations so I was able to graduate early, therefore spending as much time inside as I did in May and June feels a terrible waste. The sand installation at Koda 386 painted that "beach, tan, cocktails" picture in my head, but so far the only tangible reminiscence of such bucolic estival joy seems to be Chanel Island on my nails. I wish you could purchase a regenerator not just for dry hair, but also for a tired mind.