dear trash club,
been a minute hasn't it... the newsletter had to thaw out to return to your inbox ❄︎ ❄︎ ❄︎
Is it spring we're smelling in the aftermath of these dramatic NYC snowfalls? Or is it the odor of cryogenically youthful street detritus beginning to ferment in a brine of chemical melting agents? Everything is relative, and 36 degrees feels like picnic weather after 5 degrees plus windchill. Either way, something is happening, and crocuses are beginning to push up from between the chip bags and juul pods.
