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thought enough to carry [narrative]
By Mar Falcon | November 20On the way to the appointment, they talk about their New Year’s plans. It’s December, and A is getting her tattoos removed. M is driving her because she is the only friend A trusts enough to witness the betrayal of her former belief in permanency. M also just likes to drive her places pretty often. ...
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"weapons" and the world we inherited [A&C]
By Jack DiPrimio | November 19Although Zach Cregger’s Weapons (2025) is marketed as a horror film, this classification only partially reflects the film’s broader ambitions. While the film employs the genre’s familiar aesthetics, its central concern is the gradual and corrosive breakdown of civic life in contemporary America. ...
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night at the museum [lifestyle]
By Sara Harley | November 19I see London; I see France; I see a pair of old, faded blue-and-white striped boxers peeking out of some pure-math-super-nerd’s sweatpants, as he reaches even higher on the whiteboard, working on a problem that probably takes more patience than I am willing to expend writing about it. It’s midnight ...
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chasing the ease of childhood [A&C]
By Madison Diaz | November 19There’s no feeling quite like returning to my hometown after being away at college. When I begin to recognize my surroundings again, when I notice the road I took to get to my high school job, when I see the familiar trees lining my block: It’s like being born again. It’s simultaneously beautiful ...
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moments in-between [feature]
By Violet Chernoff | November 19As 22-year-olds, we take ourselves pretty seriously. We’re convinced that our two romantic decisions (anything before tenth grade is negligible) indicate a lifelong pattern to which we are bound, irrevocably so. We’re sure that, despite results of an allergy test that say otherwise, we are allergic ...
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shipping rakhis [narrative]
By Samaira Mohunta | November 19Ma won’t make poha for us on Sunday evenings anymore, and even on the rare occasions that she does, she won’t serve those golden-yellow grains alongside a glass full of steaming hot milk. I no longer ride behind your metallic cycle on my pastel one every school morning. I go by car, the one you ...
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dry tears [feature]
By Francis Gonzalez | November 19My mother gestures me into the room. As I walk in, I look around—it’s vastly different from the last time I was here. I used to spend multiple days a week here, where we had our movie nights, where I had my band practices, where my parents forced me to go with my friends because my dad didn’t ...
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containment, connection, and the spaces between [lifestyle]
By Liv Moon | November 19This world is made of boxes.
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en route [feature]
By Michelle Bi | November 12In another life, I never moved away from Illinois. I spend summers laying out picnic blankets in the fenceless backyard that we share with eight of our neighbors. We drink iced tea out of plastic cups and run after fireflies, watching the yellow lights weave through our fingers.
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banana children [narrative]
By Danielle Li | November 12Baba talks like he will never stop again.
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the mind’s eye [A&C]
By Ishan Khurana | November 12Consider, for a second, the value of forcible constraint: the weight of the absent “e” in Georges Perec’s lipogram A Void, or the mysterious vividness of the paper cutouts Henri Matisse made when illness prevented him from painting. Forcible constraint may not be pleasant, but the perspectives ...
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on identity and the unfamiliar [lifestyle]
By Maria Kim | November 12It’s funny to think how much the passage of time can change our relationships to ideas, hobbies and beliefs. This is something I’ve been grappling with lately: How much of our present selves are defined by our past identities?
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i might permanently dye my hair red [narrative]
By Samaira Mohunta | November 12I walk out of my dorm in my polka-dot pajamas and short-sleeved crushed watermelon T-shirt to get myself some food. Halfway to the Ratty, I realize I have made a pathetic decision. I pull my phone out and frantically text the group chat:
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sitting on the steps of hope [lifestyle]
By Sara Harley | November 6I was sitting on the steps of Hope when a woman asked to pray for me. The late morning sun peeked through a web of elm and oak leaves, and the breeze carried the springtime revival in its wisps. Shades of pink, ivory, and violet magnolia blossoms had begun to flower, enticing the beetles and the bees ...
