Whenever I tell people about this hunting trip, about my family’s tradition for the past ten years, I share it with a blend of defiance, pride, and defensiveness.
Wildfires ravage and Irma bears down and nuclear tests keep happening, and I am heavy bored.
The fairness and insensitivity of this feels reassuring, like weather or death. Something I cannot change. Something that does not care about me.
I cried last night. Everyone did. Three a.m. and drunk, overcaffeinated.
These millions are saving civilization, constantly and everywhere, because they are civilization.
Will Montei made me feel infinitely better about moving to college and leaving everyone behind, simply because no matter how sad and alone I felt, at least I wasn’t him.