An archive of Sunstroke Magazine articles, 2017 to 2024.
Though the stores have largely remained the same ink scented, friendly, nerd-welcoming spaces they’ve always been, I have become a different person nearly every time I step into a bookstore.
I was pining after the “runaway dream,” in which I would be able to quit my job, or drop out of college, and chase after everything that makes me truly creative and happy and full of passion.
Every desire to hug or grab an arm while laughing feels like it is reserved for other friends—better friends—even when you know that you spend the most time with them; when you know, logically, that you mean as much to them as they mean to you.