At the End of Everything

by Marieke Nijkamp

And I like routine. It’s reassuring. Every morning, I know when I get to eat. Every night, I have a roof over my head and a bed to sleep in. We may not be comfortable here, but it’s better than before.

A girl a few places in line behind us sighs heavily. “They are nonbinary, and their pronouns are they and them.” Her voice echoes in the quiet room.

White nationalist groups have been protesting the use of lockdown measures, claiming their right to freedom supersedes others’ right to live.