The Space In Between
Forty Fifty; Volume 77
These days are starting to feel like Groundhog Day. I wake up and wonder what I’ll be walking into—what kind of upset will arrive first. The paper. Instagram. A podcast queued up before I’m fully awake. There is a space we’re expected to function inside right now. A kind of Venn diagram of chaos, fear, and outrage, layered over the requirement to keep l…
