I remember first hearing about the Wednesday Demonstration from my former tattoo artist in early 2022. The second I heard the name, my concussed noggin, still recovering from a traumatic brain injury, somehow jumped backward in time to a women’s studies class I took at Otterbein College some 15 years earlier. Unfortunately, in that moment, whether the details had been lost to the sands of time, the lingering fog of my very recent traumatic brain injury, or the fact that I was

Content note: This review discusses depression, trauma, anhedonia, addiction, and suicidal ideation. Alex Brannon: Ashtray Full of Regrets Cover Art Lost youth rarely announces its departure. There is no final bell. No official last call. No polite warning that this is the last night you will feel immortal. One day, the room is full of friends, feedback, and possibility. The next, you are standing at the end of the road with an ashtray full of evidence that time passed anyway

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