Writer's Diary
4/9/25
In an Uber across the Pulaski Bridge on my way to the theater from the first night of the Doomers extension—running late from tutoring. Coldclear day. Eveningbright. Forced to listen to ‘Espresso’ fo…
In an Uber across the Pulaski Bridge on my way to the theater from the first night of the Doomers extension—running late from tutoring. Coldclear day. Eveningbright. Forced to listen to ‘Espresso’ fo…