I Think I Pulled a Rip Van Winkle, and Frankly, I’m Not Mad About It
Lately, I’ve been having these odd, harmlessly dystopian thoughts. You know, the kind where you fantasize about waking up in a completely changed world. Not like a “new job, new car, new hairline” kind of changed. More like “everyone has calmed down, politics aren’t blood sport, and people at Thanksgiving actually talk to each other” […]
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