I shared this first on the bird, where my lit world sometimes lives in a bubble, but:
On my evening walk I learned a street friend is no longer begging. :) He finally got approved for a Venezuelan work ID here & is now able to seek real contracts to support his young kids. I will miss our nightly chats, but for the best possible reason.
I also shut off my fridge the other day. Not out of necessity. Just living with less. The work writers do is... very privileged, in the grand scheme of things.