We Cannot Call for Violence. Even Now. Especially Now.

Last night, shots were fired at the White House Correspondents’ Dinner in Washington, D.C. President Trump was rushed off the stage by Secret Service agents. Vice President JD Vance and members of the Cabinet were evacuated. A law enforcement officer was struck, saved only by his bulletproof vest. A suspect, identified as Cole Tomas Allen,Continue reading “We Cannot Call for Violence. Even Now. Especially Now.”

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”

Between Hope and Ash — The Unresolved Fate of the October 7 Hostages

They say time heals. But what if time only stretches the wound wider? What if it doesn’t close anything, only reveals more of what we refuse to face? One morning, ordinary people were taken — dragged from homes, from safety, from existence — and two years later, the world is still repeating the same promise:Continue reading “Between Hope and Ash — The Unresolved Fate of the October 7 Hostages”

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”