Ease Your Feet Into the Sea

I first noticed a creeping feeling of unhealth while sitting outside the library reading Christopher Marlowe on a Sunday afternoon. A throat-clearing became something more ominous, and I knew that the coming week would be an unpleasant one, remembering both the physical discomfort of sickness and the dullness that comes with being trapped in the cycle of fatigue and Kleenex.

By Daniel D'Addario | Feb 26 11:45 pm ET