The fourth day I was back in the city, I didn’t go outside all day. I didn’t imagine that dystopia could feel more cemented. It was all,...

On the day the furry gray beast attacked me I was lying on the floor. I had rolled my orange yoga mat out and forced myself to do a 30...

When I imagined dystopia, I imagined I would be afraid to go outside. I imagined violence on the streets. I imagined the air thick.

To say I didn’t imagine it like this would be an understatement.