Within all the sound, do we hear the voices of the young men and women themselves?
These are just some of the questions that have bothered me over the last five years:
What happens when we fail to give words and framework to what thousands of people are experiencing?
What happens when the inner experience of an entire segment of our community goes largely unnoticed?
What does it feel like to be part of a “crisis”? To be looked at with a mixture of pity, compassion, and the feeling that you — your very existence — represents a communal problem?
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