“Life is life-ing”
I recently texted a friend as I landed back in NYC. The feeling of annoyance coursing through my skin, a heat in my forearms, a desire to push and to hit as passerby’s bump into me, accidentally touching my face, UGH. People. Like ants, they hurry alongside me and I slowly walk between them. Pulled in by the urgency, by my biology, I …
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