by elba morales “i don't pay attention to the world ending. it has ended for me many times and began again in the morning.” ― Nayyirah Waheed, Salt I have spent a probably unusual amount of time thinking about the end of the world. One of my earliest memories is of being in first grade, my mom picked me up before bedtime. I felt my skinny gangly legs fall farther down to the floor than ever before. I was draped over her shoulder, but already my still-small body was getting awkwardly big in her arms. I thought it’s happening. Soon, she won’t be able to pick me up anymore. I looked around at...
