I don’t know how to write this letter to you. There aren’t any words. It keeps happening but nothing happens. All there are are words.
“I really regret doing it,” you confess. “I feel really, really bad about it.” We are in the car driving home from school and you are in the backseat, unburdening yourself of your great misdeed. Looking at you in the rearview mirror, I notice… Continue Reading “What I Want You to Know About Squid Game”