“There’s this smell that only exists in Milwaukee in October. The thin smoky jet of laundry after the rain. Wet leaves half-drying, half getting wet again. Open PBR cans, cigarettes, leather. A mix of youth and nostalgia, of losing something as you’re living it. The feeling, both terrifying and comforting, that life would always be exactly like this.” YouthNostalgiaOctoberSmellsMilwaukee Author:Zhanna Slor
“My parents were really into the whole “American Dream” thing when I was growing up. They didn’t know that by the time we could attain it, the American Dream had morphed into something else entirely, and no one could pinpoint what it was anymore. But maybe that was the whole point. In America, the dream is whatever you think it is.” RussiaAmerican DreamSoviet UnionImmigrant Experience Book:At the End of the World, Turn Left Source: At the End of the World, Turn Left