How could I be naked with my sickness in public and, simultaneously, unseen? I developed a lot of stereotypes about Germans during my time occupying the 36-cubic feet underneath my laboratory workstation. Germans, I decided, in a constant blur of unrealized sleep goals, were punctual, diligent, and altogether appallingly wholesome people. I came to these […]
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