The density of Washington DC. The avenues of backlogged traffic whipped past on bikes. Riding back to the hotel in an Uber, we pass a gang of high-school aged Asian kids congregating in front of a boba tea bar, their scooters strewn across a few parking spots in a way I find both poetic and threatening. The girls wearing the boys’ large, slick windbreakers, the boys in sleeveless shirts huddling close together, smoking cigarettes.