I’m rereading an article I published in 2018 and wondering if I was in a coma when I wrote it. The writing is so impotent and pathetic that it’s hard to believe a human being could actually achieve the unenviable feat of producing something this bad.
Klara is going on her very first school field trip and I just can’t even. I’m vicariously experiencing the American school life through her, and it’s so great. This is healing my cultural wounds.