January 2, 2016 / by Sophie Schor


January 2, 2016

I dread the moment when someone asks me how I am cause I don't have the energy to feign being fine. It's impossible to smile and say, "Good, how are you?" Is it the winter rain? Is it the recent attacks? Why does the world feel like it's getting smaller?

How are you?

Greetings from the Unholy Land.