Easter in Istanbul

I'm back

I have neglected this newsletter for far too long, as I have been suspended between worlds: Florida and Istanbul. For nearly three months, I’ve felt like I was holding my breath, waiting for Turkish bureaucracy to pass its judgment upon me. I had to apply for a visa at the Turkish consulate in Miami, which also meant I ended up spending the first few months of Trump’s second presidency in Trumpism’s ideological hearth (I wrote an article about the centrality of Florida Thought in the new administration for the New Statesman – the first time my name has appeared on the cover!). I realized it was the longest stretch of time I’d ever spent outside of California in the United States. Beyond a few weeks spent in southern Oregon, I haven’t really seen much of my own country. As a maligned and despised place, I have developed a soft spot for Florida.