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Prophetic dreams and the Global Climate Strike

When I finally struggled to wakefulness the concerns from my slumber followed me. Rather than a dystopian, preposterous scenario, what my brain had concocted is actually becoming increasingly likely.

Stepping into my shadow

One day, frustrated and feeling particularly angsty, I went to the community board and penciled in a workshop: “FUCK HEALTH” in giant capital letters.

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