I . . . I don't even know where to start. Yesterday, by 10PM, I had a massive headache from crying happy tears. I didn't think I'd cry at all at first. But then . . . https://twitter.com/LSantiagoAuthor/status/1325151961054908417 And I just want to clarify that I wasn't being dramatic there. The sensation that hit when... Continue Reading →
The Last Weekend of America
I told a friend that I'm going to a liquor store tomorrow. My exact words were, "It's the season finale of 2020 on Tuesday, and we're going to find out if this year was written by George R. R. Martin." And, yeah, that sums up what I'm feeling right now. I don't think I can... Continue Reading →
By July, Everything Changed
I attended a vigil on June 5th. It was for Breonna Taylor, on her birthday. In the constantly evolving insanity that is this year, I can't post those pictures because the vigil turned into a march and all of my pictures show protesters' faces. For all the time I was there, it was peaceful, but... Continue Reading →
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