Crystal Stapley

"Welcome to the S*** Show" What hits first isn’t the heat, it’s the sight. The second you step off the plane, you see it. How people handle waste. And how they don’t. Before you even clear customs, the story starts writing itself, plastic tangled in brush, the remnants of once-burned garbage still melted into the sand, half-buried and overgrown with grass in the ditches outside what looks like homes but feels like survival. Bottles and Styrofoam catching sunlight like confetti of neglect, and...

Oh, look at you. You showed up today. Bravo. Round of applause. You clocked in, nodded through the safety huddle like it was story time,...

Best seat in the house. Steel tracks, dirt under my boots, and a view you can’t buy. If your office door spins faster than a carnival...