Words by: Alina Ivanova
Art by: Tessa Cameron
As with any uncertain and overthinking teenager, I knew that if I wanted to know something about myself, I’d self-ruminate to the point that my brain was stewing.
I would ponder on beaches and breathe in sea salt air and boat fumes, thinking about a certain thought. Yet I didn’t go outside at all when that daunting, orienting question jump-scares me.
… Coffee or Tea?












