Emily Peterson There is a recurring image that pops into my mind now and then; I wouldn’t necessarily call it a daydream. In it, the house where I live (lived) is torn down by a bulldozer and a wave of
Issue: Summer 2020: Sheltering in Place, Part 3
Sophia Bamert Stay-at-Home Day 49 Without travel, time passes differently. A litany of locations used to mete out the passing of a day: distances traversed (my train commute, walks between campus buildings, trips to the bathroom or the copy machine);
Jonas Wanstok Silence had never tasted so uncomfortable. Plate by steaming plate, Souad had brought forth a feast from her kitchen. Jelbana (pea stew), nwasser (pasta), brik (fried egg pastry), and other Tunisian dishes whose names I would only learn
