It’s September 11, 2018. I am sitting in my sixth grade history class, fidgeting with my fingers underneath my desk as a video of 9/11 plays. As the video mentions Muslim names, my classmates, maybe...
One thousand. The biblical number of prosperity, the number of years in a millennium, and the number that signifies a remarkable milestone.
With my shoulders slumped against my bed’s backboard, I began...
Just past midnight, my house is deafeningly quiet. In these dark hours, I almost always find myself glued to my desk, framed with stacks of thrifted paperbacks, eyes peeled (and criminally dry). Writing....
Epigraph:
This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
Shakespeare’s “Sonnet 73,” one out of the 154 the Bard published in...
Every time I tell someone that I work remotely, they look at me in a confused manner. After all, they assume that I am just a kid who is far, far away from entering the job market. However, what they don’t...
On a perfect Saturday evening, I’m sitting in my room sifting through a collection of stationery. The filing system is organized into stacks by dimension, I select the top options from each pile. Photo...
Air rushing past my ears, my back smacked the ground for the 25th time. Despite knowing that I wouldn’t truly get hurt, my heart raced each time my legs gave way. Somewhere deep inside, I had doubts...
“What do you want to be when you grow up?”
“Where do you see yourself in 10 years?”
These were questions that had been posed to me on numerous occasions, yet my response was the same every...
I thought I wanted to be a romantic — or even a communist — after indulging in the passionate, Marxist-inspired writing of Sally Rooney. Or possibly a philosopher, after burning through Jean-Paul Sartre’s...
A conversation between different versions of myself, split between the characters ME and her inner voices, RISKY, CAUTION and WHY, who all respond to FRIEND. ME is the main character, trying to find balance...
My ordinary morning routine starts in a dreary, colorless bedroom, where I wake up facing blank walls and bare floors aside from the occasional dusty Lego set. I sift through my clothes either in my beaten...
