It took seeing one friend repeatedly reassure another that nothing was wrong and then, in their absence, proceed to describe everything that was, in fact, wrong for me to realize that I’m a very direct person. Obviously, I’ve told half-truths and stalled a confrontation for another day, but in a ...
Fine! Fine. You got me, okay? I said all week that I wasn’t going to write a piece that started with two lines from a song that unexpectedly has deep and personal relevance to me, cut to some narrative, cut back to two lines from later in the song, rinse and repeat. But here I am. It works! I get ...
During your young adulthood, the only thing more inevitable than acne is the three-week Minecraft-playing phase you’ll undergo at least once per year. For me, the game once again infiltrated my computer following the release of the 1.21 update this past June—the internal peace I gain from mining ...
On January 28, the thought hit me. Or rather, I hit the thought, as if I’d been standing in front of it for a long time and had only just now had the bright idea to take a step forward into it: “What if I quit my ballet job?”
What does it mean to learn from preservation and reimagination?
During my recent re-entry into full-time schooling after eight years as a professional ballet dancer, I’ve been greeted by many small culture shocks: new slang I missed while spending my days in the studio, the looming presence of AI, the casual nihilism that comes with classmates who can’t remember ...
It is easier, sometimes, to be outside of oneself.
Sometimes a poem makes you feel happy. Sometimes a poem makes you feel sad. Sometimes a poem makes you feel viscerally upset for no discernible reason. This happened to me a few years ago, when I first read a fragment of “Accident Report in the Tall, Tall Weeds” by former United States Poet Laureate ...
The age-old adage, “Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me,” appears to have been forgotten by our generation.
content warnings: description of mass suicide, mentions of rape
My move to Providence in August of this year began with a humbling initiation: the worst haircut I’ve ever received. My fine hair has always been one of my biggest insecurities, second only to the persistent hormonal acne that’s more indecisive and temperamental than an angsty teenager. Thanks to ...
Solutions by The State News
