Yedoye Travis
My name is Yedoye Travis. I am a black man, which is difficult for some people to hear. The thought of such a thing is frightening, like a ghost sitting alone at a scary movie, popcorn fluttering through its intangible features and into a comical yet spooky pile on the floor. “But why does he continue to eat if he cannot be sated?” you think aloud. “Why do the work of bringing hand to mouth if the specter’s business shall yet remain unfinished? Ah. A metaphor perhaps.”

