Content warning: This post discusses anti-Black violence, police brutality, and sexual assault regarding the 1989 Central Park Jogger case.
It is the worst of times, and the most liminal of times. Reading week snuck up on us with a slap and here we are during finals: broken, disheartened, and yearning for summer (why is it still
Amir’s, the little restaurant on Broadway between 113th and 114th that served Middle Eastern and vegetarian fare, has closed, at least temporarily. There is a sign on the door explaining that Amir’s “must close their doors for now,” but that the staff “feel that this is not a final goodbye”; they “hope to ‘pop-up’ really […]