My upstairs neighbor doesn’t have a cellphone. I know this because there was once a leak coming from upstairs and he wasn’t home all day, so I had to leave a message on his landline—the screeching and beeping of which often travels down to our floor, as if it’s 1996 again and I better go see what’s happening on
Always love your writing. Thrilled to see a new piece — and as ever I agree with and find relief in your perspective on the brain numbing cesspool that is social media (I say as I go back to it).
Always love your writing. Thrilled to see a new piece — and as ever I agree with and find relief in your perspective on the brain numbing cesspool that is social media (I say as I go back to it).