The sun yawned past the flat dingy tops of the department stores. The deer hadn’t grazed in the cemetery fields opposite these shops since I rested in the gauzy dew of March. No questions asked, I was always here.
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a bi-weekly column by michelle ampofo ’25 staff writer The purpose of this column is simple—to carve out a space for myself in The Void, to categorize my thoughts, to mindlessly ramble, and to connect to other Black women who relate and might (for whatever reason) be reading. When thinking of how I wanted to…
Bad Advice
Everyone needs some bad advice now and then. by Kalvin Verner ’26 Ever wanted someone to give you brutally honest possibly unhinged advice? The stuff your therapist bites their tongue about? The thing your best friend knows they probably shouldn’t say? Well you have come to the right place! Ask anything (the more details, the…