Mackerel wraps and cigarette smoke

The Move: Istanbul.

Heyo!

It’s hard to tell if I’m on vacation or a work trip. I probably shouldn’t be writing right now. Or, I don’t know, maybe I should. This is my god damn job, after all—a job that requires me to monetize every single thought I have. Like this one: “Hospice care should include a hammock. If I’m going to die, I want to be in a hammock, not a bed.” See, t…