Written by Qianye (Jessimi) Lyu from Sage Hill School, California, USA With my chin nuzzled into my knitted cardigan, I stepped out of my apartment. I staggered into the city, shrouded in an impenetrable mist that blurred the horizon between day and night, light and darkness, ambiguity and objectivity. This morning, I had been jolted awake by a frantic knocking at the door, my mind still murky with a hangover-like haze. When I answered the door, the mailman pushed a stack of
