I’m doing push-ups at a dusty bus stop somewhere in central Mexico, my nose lightly touching the screen of my phone directly beneath my face on the chalky sidewalk. ”One. Two. Three,” a stilted and robotic voice calls off each rep as the numbers tick up in the middle of a big…
The first thing we notice is the smell; rotten eggs, but stronger. Meat? A rotten, meat-filled omelet? This is why I’m vegan. We’re walking down a side…
The house next to ours is a corner unit, one of only three in our tiny community of homes which all look like they’ve been copied and pasted into a…
I would like to take this week off from sending you an essay. “I have nothing to say,” I mumble to myself while making my morning coffee on Monday. What…
When I get back to our house in Merida, I notice the water pressure isn’t as strong as I remember. Or maybe it was always this soft? And I’ve just…
I’m looking at a baby blue, five-subject Mead notebook from my junior year of high school. DON’T OPEN is scrawled across the center of the cover in red…
A Week in the Metaverse
I am starting this week's essay early; it's Monday as I'm writing these words, a first for me. I usually wait until something interesting happens, some…
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