Lights out. The resonant silence suddenly filled every underground dance floor in the world. Thousands of electronic music lovers held their breaths together with anguish as they slowly gathered to hear the news. Sophie Xeon, also known as SOPHIE, had passed away. On January 20, 2021, a representative ...
It starts and ends with the hills.
There is a draft of an article or an essay or a story or a narrative that is due today. Or yesterday. The dorm is dark, my roommate is asleep, and I sit cross-legged with my back against the cold, white prison wall of my room. I am attempting to write. I am in writerly crisis. I am experiencing writer’s ...
Holding my iPad against my body, I steadily lifted myself into the rolling chair. Once seated, I laid the tablet on my lap and peered out through the window. My grandma, a tiny Asian woman in a straw hat, was pouring water from a mug onto the garden plants in our front yard. After each watering, she ...
Lately, I’ve had a lot of those mornings that when I wake up, time just stretches, and I feel gelatinous. Like Jell-O. I’ve had more of them than I can count. I greet these viscous mornings with a groggy head and eyes that won’t open beyond halfway. A blindingly bright alarm clock mocks me. It’s ...
I first listened to BRAT a few days after it came out this summer, at the recommendation of my roommate. Other things my roommate has put me onto: cottage cheese, staying hydrated, and bell peppers. In fact, I’m borrowing her sundress as I write this. I take her recommendations seriously, so when ...
From the window, I can see rain pelting down. I like the rain. It is one of those things in life that can make one feel contrasting emotions—joy and distress, optimism and cynicism, rejuvenation and numbness—all in equal measure.
Nobody likes to be blissfully enjoying a weekend Ratty lunch only to be met with the sight of someone with whom they have less than pleasant memories. More times than I’m willing to admit, I’ve cursed this school for being too small and side-eyed my friend when we passed a few select people. The ...
At what point do you take a look at your new friend (the one you met in class just a couple of weeks ago) and say: “Want to grab a meal?”
“…and once again she shuddered with the evidence that time was not passing, as she had just admitted, but that it was turning in a circle.”―Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude
“Helen, you should call yéye more often.” My father says this one afternoon as he loads the dishwasher, in a tone so normal it’s as if it is an afterthought.
Tick tock, tick tock, make your bed, go to class, click-clack on the keyboard, dinner. Stop, take a breath. See a friend? Hug, catch up, chitchat, chat shit, shit, it’s late and I did no work, click-clack, click-clack click-clack click-clack—there’s laughter outside and I have to chase it!—and ...
I find myself in an ebb and flow state of mind—wandering in and out of consciousness—one part of me here and one in my hometown. Feelings like this regularly shadow me throughout late summer, the seasons unraveling into one until every part of my routine is twisting and turning without reason to ...
It’s quiet here. It’s too early for cicadas, but I swear I hear them. I hear them intermingling with three girls sharing the highlights of their weekends and the rush of engines on the roads nearby. A school bus, followed by a motorcycle, followed by a minivan. I hear their engines hum, pause, rev, ...
Is Chappell Roan unfit to be famous? Some think we are currently witnessing the downfall of 2024’s most beloved pop princess—an artist too fresh to the industry to be able to handle the pitfalls of mainstream success. To others, these controversies are just the expected bumps in the road paving ...
Solutions by The State News
