In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay's first paragraph.
"The air is saturated with the kind of cold that makes you wonder if global warming is just a myth. The bitter wind makes me wish for Satan's scorn to rise from Hades to blister my skin. It's winter in Chicago, and I'm wearing a hooded sweatshirt. If she could, my mother would return from the grave just to come back to tell me to put some warm clothes on. A hat maybe. Perhaps some gloves. The hood of my sweatshirt is thrown around by the wind, which is irritating my eyes. I can't tell if my contacts are drying out or if they are frozen. It's that cold."
"Black and White,"
The Angle: Vol. 2002
, Article 9.
Available at: http://fisherpub.sjfc.edu/angle/vol2002/iss4/9