The consensus is this: I have never known peace.

Truthfully, peace is a rare occurrence and maybe even a fallacy. How can it not be, when I live in a country marred by “peace” while my brain is a war zone? How can it not be, when I fear for my life when I step into a school or university or a grocery store or a mall or a movie theater or a church or a synagogue or a mosque or past a police car or—

You have three wishes. A few restrictions, a few quick quid pro quos. No killing or reviving, no maki...