Tu-May-Toe, Tu-Mah-Toe

摘要

I was walking my dog the other morning when I saw the strangest thing: a living, breathing tween, wearing a backpack and face mask, getting on a school bus. It'd been six months since the last time I had witnessed such a sight. The look in his eyes-a mix of malaise and apathy-and his body language-imagine a zombie wearing unlaced Nikes-indicated that for him, it hadn't been long enough.