and i ask myself
“do you think he romanticizes
the wrong things like you do?
do you think the words are about you?”

A drive that starts in the late evening as the sunset is accompanied by a light drizzle of rain, nevertheless, you’re still able to see the golden wisps of hope in the horizon – far, but not completely out of reach. It’s as if your car were on the highway tumbling into the page of a fairy-tale, as if it’s okay to leave behind everything and everyone you’ve ever come to know and simply run away with a box of love letters and an old cardigan that reminds you of your youth.

Recently brought to light by a tsunami of Tweets and Instagram posts, tech-savvy youngsters have once again brought it upon themselves to shed light on the darkest places we have created on Earth. Let me be very clear about the following topic: Yemen has been thrown headfirst into an abyss of the worst humanitarian crisis the world has ever borne witness to, and we have failed – yet again – to deliver justice.

City of Girls isn’t a quick, easy read of a girl who trades her life for alcohol and sex, nor is it a satirical story about a girl who simply accepts life as it is handed to her, no. The account of Vivian Morris’s life is one witty commentary on someone who has once had everything, then nothing, and through it all, managed to build her definition of independence and love.

With Wuhan as the center of the pandemic, the virus worked its way out of China and has since brought about outbreaks of the disease in the Americas, Asia, Europe, Africa, and Australia. As COVID-19 takes up headlines and Twitter feeds, we see governments implementing quarantines to ‘flatten the curve’, medical professionals working around the clock to save lives, and the public reacting in both acceptably decent and extraordinarily peculiar ways.