Five dead friendsstill live on my phone. Their faces appearwhen Google remembers,when Facebook reminds. Smiling.Drinking.Dancing. But how?They’re in the ground.And I am on the ground.They’re in the sky.And I’m under the sky. My phone suggestsI invite them to a party,send… Continue reading

My name is Tali. I’m almost eighteen, and, believe it or not, I’m a hostage. I know, it sounds wild, but it’s true. When I was getting ready for the Nova Festival, I had no idea it would end up… Continue reading