Recovery Is My Greatest Act of Rebellion

From the trauma ward in Cairo to a healing yurt in the Bay

The summer sun in San Rafael reminds me of Cairo—before I became so “productive.” When I first moved to San Francisco, I spent 8 years inside the fog—grinding, hustling, and then dissociating when things got too dreary.

In the fog, we can work on and on and on.
In the sun, we soften. We get playful—or just too tired to stare at a screen all day.

As David …