January 26, 2016 / by Sophie Schor


January 26, 2016

3 beeps on the radio: "This is the hourly news." Bated breath. An earthquake somewhere. Diplomatic negotiations taking place over a different territory. Then comes the weather; the ground beneath our feet stays still. All that matters now is that the traffic is clogged on the south-bound highway.

Greetings from the Unholy Land.