Writer-in-(non)-Residence: Living In Limbo During the COVID-19 Lockdown
“So this is how the robot apocalypse begins,” I whispered to my Laddie under the shrill whine of the drone outside. Back pressed to the wall, I risked a peek through the curtains. The quadcopter hovered against the February sky, red lights winking like the eyes of a giant cicada. “I hope they can’t spot … More Writer-in-(non)-Residence: Living In Limbo During the COVID-19 Lockdown



