Strasbourg, the Rapture, and Me: A Sunday Morning Apocalypse (with Croissants)
A misty morning in Strasbourg had me questioning everything—from my cult school flashbacks to whether the rapture had actually happened.
I woke up far too early for a Sunday and hopped on a train to Strasbourg. When I arrived, the place was eerily quiet—like a ghost town. Lately, it feels like apocalyptic themes keep sneaking into my …
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