Flipturn’s ‘Burnout Days’ is Peak Escapism

This is my 15th winter in Ithaca, so I can say with confidence that it never gets any less miserable. The snow has created a muted and emotionless world. I am too aware of the air stinging my ears, and invisible ice threatens to upend me at every step. I don’t hate winter, but it weighs me down. The memories of a million Ithaca snowstorms are a lot to carry around, and in the summer, I am able to shed them like I shed my winter coat.