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
Thanksgiving means getting out of the city while literally a bajillion other people are trying to do the same thing! It’s not as bad as the zombie apocalypse, but still. It’s gonna suck. Fortunately, old man Bwog has been flying the friendly skies/riding the rails/cruising down the open road to get outta here for many […]