The autumn air, the cemetery, my mood, a thousand tiny factors have combined with this song to create a feeling of soaring, defiant joy in my own being. I always want to take on the world, but for the duration of the song, I feel like I could.
The autumn air, the cemetery, my mood, a thousand tiny factors have combined with this song to create a feeling of soaring, defiant joy in my own being. I always want to take on the world, but for the duration of the song, I feel like I could.
I needed to get away. From what, I’m not sure, but my thirties so far have not been especially kind to my existential comfort level, so I felt that a prolonged change of scenery was in order.
Thus it was that I stepped off a train at 10am on Friday morning and into the adorable Kalamazoo Transportation Center in downtown Kalamazoo, Michigan, with too many electronics and not enough toiletries in my backpack.
What started my dive into nuclear history, I can’t say for sure. It could have been a news article, or a photo of urban decay from inside the Chernobyl exclusion zone that kicked off a Wikipedia binge. What accelerated it, without a doubt, was the release of Adam Higginbotham’s Midnight in Chernobyl.
Leading up to the release of the 21st installment in Marvel’s Cinematic Universe, I heard mixed things about Captain Marvel - and not just from the requisite band of reactionary trolls.