Jan Elisabeth on Jonathan Foster's The Crow

I love this and it's how I've always felt. I've exploded my life walking away from institutions within which humanity was barely a shiver down the spine, found maverick ways to (sometimes just about) hold body and soul together I'm in my 60s -- it felt like there were cracks in the world that a nonconformist could widen and find joy in -- I'm still doing it because I was able to start decades ago. But I'm increasingly hearing the whispers of that old bastard fear from younger people. The question of where are the cracks now in this darkening world. Not a repost to a wonderful, much-needed story, but a rumination on where the young seagulls might find food.