It’s freezing in Pittsburgh. This morning, when I was overjoyed to learn that the temperature had climbed to 0 degrees, I knew the edges of reality had started to split apart. Between long days and the total absence of sunlight, living in Pittsburgh’s negative zone has left me disoriented and disinterested in most everything. No reasonable person would choose to live in a city so frigid, right? Right. Which leads me to question my own sanity. In low times like these, it makes me think that raising a family among Florida’s meth barons and crime lords is probably worth the risk. At least it would be warm, and there would be visible proof that the sun hasn’t burned out.
[Illustration via Roger Wilkerson]