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“Status in Flux,” by Weike Wang | The New Yorker

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Fiction by Weike Wang: “We don’t all have to match, I used to tell him. We’re not a suit of cards.”

Save this story Save this story Weike Wang reads. For two years, no one travelled. Countries closed their borders to other countries that had closed their borders first. When borders reopened, everyone began travelling again, in full force. There would always be another variant. Best to see the world while you could. Around this time, I developed insomnia and began driving by myself at night. The first night, I drove to a twenty-four-hour supermarket. I stood in front of the frozen-food section, occasionally opening a freezer door to grab something, then changing my mind. It was not that, in y

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