The Weight of the World and the Dread That Never Ends

I hate that phrase — crashing out. It’s a bit cringe, I know. But lately, honestly, that’s the best way I can describe how I’ve been feeling. Like I’ve been slowly crashing the fuck out. My energy, my focus, my optimism — all of it. Just crashing. It’s like the world’s gotten so heavy thatContinue reading “The Weight of the World and the Dread That Never Ends”

New York’s Subtropical Future: A Grief for a City I Thought I’d Know Forever

It’s a cold, gray morning in New York City, the kind where the rain seems endless, the air heavy with humidity, and the sky never quite clears. A feeling of sorrow lingers in the streets, as the city I’ve known for so long starts to show signs of becoming something else—something foreign. Something unrecognizable. Today,Continue reading “New York’s Subtropical Future: A Grief for a City I Thought I’d Know Forever”