Didn’t you get the memo? The world is ending.

Say, theoretically, that the world was ending today, right now. Where would Bwog be? Some responses:

• At home, probably still eating breakfast (I don’t function very well in the mornings)
• In Boston, which is apocalyptic enough on a regular day
• Judging high school debate in Shrub Oak, NY…wherever that is…
• In the Glicker-Milstein Theatre which is honestly where I want to die so I’m OK with it
• Likely hungover, probably still asleep
• Pupin. Literally always Pupin. I feel like I was born here so it makes sense that this is where I die
• People-watching/zoning out in Ferris as I slowly wake myself up with a nice cup of Nespresso cappuccino
• I’m working at the Athena Film Festival, confused and probably slightly hungover.
• Lerner 510, grapes in hand, hiding under the table.
• Either getting waxed or eating avocado toast at Friedman’s
• Waiting for the 1 train heading to Brooklyn for the third time ever and definitely spacing out while staring at the subway rats. The rats and I will go down together.
• Deciding between the store brand Kleenex or the Kleenex ™ Kleenex at Duane Reade.