A country is an amalgamation of dreams and nightmares: a torrent of conflicting visions that bash and crash against each other. They drive the country through triumph and disaster. They push its people together whilst systematically pulling them apart, but I don’t have to tell you this. It is most likely that you are witnessing
I was walking through the NYU campus the evening after the 2016 presidential election when I noticed that almost everyone with glasses had my large black hipster-frames. Those big square Buddy Holly-looking things the barista from Starbucks gazes through when serving your cappuccino and replying “Vente?” when you ask for a “large”. There were my
