The pandemic raged on in blue and red states alike, and our youth watched mountains burn and burn, while the year reigned as a colossus risen from hell: it brought deaths and the cloister of quarantine, riots and protests to ignite and incense bodily fires through sleeplessness and troubled starts. Breathing became a privilege for
A paper cup spins slowly in the break room microwave. Maurice watches. The caffeine can’t come soon enough. His head hurts and his vision is blurry at the edges. Insomnia. The microwave dings and Maurice grabs his coffee. He takes his first sip and Sherrie trudges into the break room. “Morning,” she says. “How’s Jenny?
I first discovered Mitch Sebourn during the Covid pandemic – and I have to say it’s one of the best things that has come out of all that crazy! With being stuck in the house and not a lot to do (when I wasn’t at work) I also decided to set up a YouTube channel
“From this evening I must give the British people a very simple instruction – you must stay at home. Because the critical thing we must do is stop the disease spreading between households.” Marcy had one eye on Boris Johnson and one eye on the Instagram stories of a guy she’d met on Tinder and
I thought we were waiting. For it to be over. For things to go back the way they were. When you stopped messaging, the lie I told myself was that your phone was broken and you couldn’t get it fixed. Deep down I was sure you were sick. I tried very hard not to imagine