Some things are just better kept for the journal. Some tweets are just better kept in the drafts. But what if they’re not? What if instead of leaving all of these ideas to ourselves, to our therapist, we put out art to showcase all of those conflicts inherently in all…

There’s something always a bit magical about meeting new friends. Sometimes you get a little disillusioned when you’re already three out of four years into this social institution that we call college. You’re in a general flow of things, you do the same things, spend time to grow with the…

Sometimes I wonder if I’m afraid of writing. I don’t really know when the moments pop up if it’s around how I feel my writing may get perceived, how I may be struggling to get to translate my thoughts onto the page, or if I just don’t believe this medium…

Having just come back from watching Everything Everywhere All at Once, I’m filled with a whole host of emotions. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen a film that made me laugh hysterically and also tear up in another few more minutes back to back, for several hours. …

I’m a writer. Sometimes it takes a lot of serious admissions or a more concerted effort on my part to accept such a label. In some facets, I feel as though I feel I’m unworthy of such a title. What have I written? What makes me deserving of such a…

There’s something to be said for an artist’s honesty or sincerity in their work. But for Vince Staples, it’s just what it is. I don’t write about music as much as I used to on the blog, in large part because I don’t often think about consuming the art I…

While I was gone on leave, I did almost nothing. Except revise and submit this paper. It’s been a little weird frankly to see something with my name out there in a publication. It’s not quite like when I first saw my name in a newspaper article I wrote per…

I never thought getting back to school would feel so disjointing. No, I don’t necessarily mean in the sense that I’m actually getting less capable of switching back into school mood. In fact, I would generally think that I have spent much time reflecting on how the last quarter went…

I feel like every spring break I get the sentiment that it’s never enough time. It’s not enough time to decompress. It’s not enough time to prep for the next quarter. It’s not enough time to spend with friends and family. It’s not enough time to sit with my own…