Spilled Tea

There is a specific kind of silence that follows a snowfall in Minneapolis. It’s heavy, soft, and usually, it’s peaceful. But lately, that silence has been replaced by the low hum of something much louder—the sound of the world turning its eyes toward us. The voices rising up against the I.C.E. crisis in Minnesota are now louder than ever. When I started this column, I wanted to talk about the Polished Burnout  of our daily lives—the way we curate our exhaustion until it look