is a cataclysmic experience in a young girl’s heart. she is lost in the nostalgia of simpler times wide-eyed to the small pleasures she never thought she’d miss. so easy to fall back into place. but she has since realized she no longer fits in a space so small. so she stands at the window…
By Esha Ahktar ’25 Contributing Writer Of all the mornings we spent together, I most clearly remember the sunlight. Her pink and orange curtains seized the dawn sunshine and threw it across her bedroom, lighting up our faces as we procrastinated starting our days. I remember the stack of perfectly curated books from Verso and…
By Chidima Anekwe ’24 Editor-in-Chief Random Disclaimer (Tyler the Creator style): “Red Vines” was written as a creative exercise in response to “Cat Person” by Kristen Roupenian, a short story published in the New Yorker that went viral a few years ago. My piece takes the exposition of the story and reorients it in the…
By Anaiis Rios-Kasoga ’25 Editor-in-Chief Life steams up from under the streets rising in thick tendrils between grates along the sidewalk. Through the haze, I can just make out the shapeless faces of the mass that pushes against my body. They’re not real people. When I walk up 14th I’m supposed to pretend there is…
Home wasn’t something that made me feel better or the solution to my problems. Being home was more akin to a CW premiere rather than the fun reunion episode of that lovely sitcom you watch in the family room. Driving through the downtown strip looking up at dozens of new developments, it seems like the…