When confronted by unbearable stories of brutality, people are simultaneously wrecked and compelled to act.
Over a plate of spicy papaya salad, our sweat and tears intermingled. Sitting in the dark corner of a red-light district
“Now I lay me down to sleep; I pray the Lord my soul to keep. If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take.”
Walking into the red-light district, I see an untapped army before me. In the cacophony of noise and lust I see Spartans and Vikings…