The late-night meal as cultural crossroads. Hunger, migration, and the democracy of the grill.
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To state the obvious
Noah Blue · 13 min read
I am alone, unless you count the dog as company. A whole day with nothing to do stretches out in front of me. I make a cup of coffee and read over the story I wrote the night before. It’s about a man who lives alone with his dog; a whole day with nothing to do stretches out in front of him.
