Whenever I got lonely, I used to whistle the last notes of El Capitan. No, not the rock formation in Yosemite or the iOS operating system version named after it—the John Philip Sousa march. For Grade 10 my parents sent me to Shawnigan Lake, a boarding school about three hours from where we lived. I […]
Some thoughts following my pandemic rewatch of Veronica Mars from Paris Hilton to La Pieta.