I stared up at the sky in the aftermath of something too colossal to describe. It was a tranquil October night, and the fleeting remnants of visuals danced along my eyelids as I wrestled with a torrent of thoughts. I wondered which of those scattered sights and notions I could latch onto and translate.
I thought that i…
Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to The Gen Z Report to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.