Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of May 29, 2022
It’s an unfortunate thrill to be living through the results of humanity’s failure.
The End of Friendship
A few months ago, I drove by their old place and noticed with a pang of shock that their house had been torn down. It is now just an empty lot, full of space and memories.
By morning, he had decided he needed somewhere nobody cared about theater, someplace where the name Chekhov was more likely to be mistaken for a rifle than a playwright.