The invitation arrives by text, lighting up a group chat that has lain quiet for two years now. A link to an Airbnb wish list of cheap houses in Georgia, near lakes. End of February/early March? Darius sends. Let me know what you think. Let’s vibe.
Like a magician, he conjures us. We had graduated or failed to graduate in a spring of no ceremonies. The school shut down, the bars closed. There was a rumor that the highways would follow, that we would be trapped wherever we found ourselves when the roads became sectioned off by police checkpoints. That didn’t happen, though many people acted lik...