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.”
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The Weight of the World and the Dread That Never Ends
I hate that phrase ā crashing out. Itās a bit cringe, I know. But lately, honestly, thatās the best way I can describe how Iāve been feeling. Like Iāve been slowly crashing the fuck out. My energy, my focus, my optimism ā all of it. Just crashing. Itās like the worldās gotten so heavy thatContinue reading “The Weight of the World and the Dread That Never Ends”
Between Hope and Ash ā The Unresolved Fate of the October 7 Hostages
They say time heals. But what if time only stretches the wound wider? What if it doesnāt close anything, only reveals more of what we refuse to face? One morning, ordinary people were taken ā dragged from homes, from safety, from existence ā and two years later, the world is still repeating the same promise:Continue reading “Between Hope and Ash ā The Unresolved Fate of the October 7 Hostages”
New York’s Subtropical Future: A Grief for a City I Thought I’d Know Forever
Itās 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 Iāve known for so long starts to show signs of becoming something elseāsomething foreign. Something unrecognizable. Today,Continue reading “New York’s Subtropical Future: A Grief for a City I Thought I’d Know Forever”