Lockdown: Come as you are

April 5, 1994. Kurt Cobain killed himself. There’s an essay in me about that day, but I’m not writing it now. I’m just remembering how it led to almost two weeks of staying in bed, miserable, partially for Kurt but also for me. I was nearly finished with my first academic year at UH Hilo, … Continue reading “Lockdown: Come as you are”