I am scared. We are at the nexus of an immovable moment in our modern history. What we know to be true has been a perfuse fallacy. Our existence and future is no more real than answering to the proverbial question: what
Chester is a place we have little wisdom of. We project. We perform. We claim to know. The majority just does not know. Swarthmore is a particular place; there is a robust concentration of knowledge from the academy, from meta abstracts and