It was 2020 and I found myself having tea with my new friend Ali in the basement at her parent's beautiful ranch at the edge of the world. Perhaps I “peered through the veil”, I noticed people were falling through the cracks during Covid with so many social services de-personalized.
The Story of The Village Voice
The Story of The Village Voice
The Story of The Village Voice
It was 2020 and I found myself having tea with my new friend Ali in the basement at her parent's beautiful ranch at the edge of the world. Perhaps I “peered through the veil”, I noticed people were falling through the cracks during Covid with so many social services de-personalized.