Recently, I looked around my room and thought, if I were to die inexplicably in my sleep, I would be surrounded by nothing.

Recently, I looked around my room and thought, if I were to die inexplicably in my sleep, I would be surrounded by nothing.
“So, what kind of South Asian are you?” the bartender asks coolly.
“They would never have something like this in Iceland.” We’re in the taxi on the way to the bar, and my friend Sandra, who is from Iceland and has less than enthusiastically agreed to accompany […]