My piece “Burial Ground” in Reflex begins, “My hand curls around my phone in my pocket, even though it flickered from 1% battery to a dimmed screen and then to black a week ago…”

I love writing about Toronto. It feels like secret pockets of my city that only I know about, because they live inside my head. I wanted to write about twenty-somethings who, confronted with an unimaginably grim future, focus entirely inward.

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