While other first-years were preoccupied with the Providence nightlife, accumulating DoorDash debt, and the freedom of early adulthood independence, my own freshman year obsession consisted of something much more exhilarating—the Google Snake game. Whether I was in class or merely getting ready for ...
According to my mother, the magnolia tree outside our house blossomed the night I was born. When she left for the hospital, the tree’s branches only had buds. As if by magic, when she returned thirty-six hours later with me in her arms, the flowers had opened their pink and white petals to welcome ...
We fucked up the corkscrew, badly. Neither one of us knows how to use a bottle opener and it shows, cork crumbling onto the hotel desk like confetti. Nadia’s holding the bottle and I’m maneuvering the stopper and we’re bent over laughing and, somehow, we pop it off, acrid odor wafting free. The ...
You’re nine Jo’s Chobani yogurts tall. When you draw your lips back in a toothy exhale, you can taste yogurt tang as hot air leaves your throat. There is milk film covering your teeth, and when you run your tongue over the back of your molars, it comes away chalky. You know what pairs well with ...
some observations
Trad-wives, looksmaxxing men: A lot has changed since I wrote my article on bi non-practicing people at Brown exactly a year ago.
My memories of the years my family spent in the Midwest are blurry. What I do remember is a sense of sameness: the childish assurance that the wet, slippery snow that fell in December to block our front door in dense heaps was the same snow everyone else on Earth was wading through. That the tongue ...
Do you know that feeling when you hear a good song and want to write one too? And then you realise you can only write lyrics half as good as those, and not even in the language that you want to. I was born into a nation that teaches its mother tongue as a second language. My mouth is an instruction ...
After arriving at Brown last August, I have slowly become acquainted with the surrounding Providence area. The city has charmed me with its tree-lined neighborhoods, downtown area dotted with shops and restaurants and weekend markets, dispersed parks with their outlooks and benches and fleeting greenery, ...
Yesterday, I was on a game show. I had gone through several rounds of fierce challenges throughout the past week; all I had to do was spin the wheel. It was a 50/50 chance: Half the wheel had a golden $1 million, and on the other half, comically large and stamped in red ink, was the word “NOTHING.” ...
It is September 2025, and I am having a spiritual experience at TD Garden of all places. Almost 20,000 people surround me, jumping up and down, screaming, “In your car, the radio up / In your car, the radio up.” I feel beads of sweat form on my face, and I’m probably bumping into the person next ...
You sit in a carpeted row, knee clanking against knee, elbow sharing armrest with elbow, like a curious line of bony wind chimes. You sit in the soft disquiet of a room full of people trying to make their little noises as noiseless as they can be. But breaths become louder when you pay attention to ...
One Battle After Another, an action-thriller released last year, is the movie of the decade. And with the upcoming Oscars, this movie might have accolades upon accolades piled on its shoulders. Paul Thomas Anderson’s direction is phenomenal. Leonardo DiCaprio is a great lead actor. Teyana Taylor is ...
Renata Litvinova, a famous Russian actress, once called gossip an underrated genre. The novelty of this saying isn’t just about playing devil’s advocate for talking behind people’s backs—it’s also about considering a seamless act of everyday communication as a distinct medium. Categorizing ...
Solutions by The State News
