“We always did the same things every day: we went into the toy store and rearranged all the Rubik’s Cubes. We went into the library and looked at the medical encyclopedias or biographies of old ugly white guys in wigs.”
This time last year I was in the Indian Himalayas, spending my days basking in solitude, seeking the serene, the isolated. Before, I had always preferred interaction to isolation. I thrived off of the social, was known as an extrovert. … Read More
We asked our stable of unstable writers to reflect on fear — personal, conceptual, metaphysical. They started with 300 words and narrowed focus and word count, by halves.
