I think I stole Emergency Ward from the best roommate I ever had, when we lived in our first apartment in Oakland, on E 16th right off the lake. That was about ten years ago. I’ve been thinking about it lately because of how urgent life feels right now. How high-stakes, all in the middle of so much waiting. Waiting for a vaccine, for some sort of political leadership, for justice.
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