In late May, early June when riots and civil unrest were rocking my Twin Cities in the wake of George Floyds’ murder by bigoted cops, I was filled with a torrent of emotion. Anger, confusion, fear, pride, anxiety, hopefulness and many more hard to define roiled in me as the streets were filled with the voices of the discontented. So I illustrated this to attempt to encapsulate how I felt about the place I call home.