Byline: Katie Duggan

Freshman Reflections

This time last year I was in the Indian Himalayas, spending my days basking in solitude, seeking the serene, the isolated. Before, I had always preferred interaction to isolation. I thrived off of the social, was known as an extrovert. … Read More

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Telescoping Place

places you have lived, places you know better than anyone else, places in your mind, places you could inhabit, what it means to exist within a place

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Suburbia in 8

A hometown reflection

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Going It Alone

“We aren’t like the stars, so isolated, separated by light years.”

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The Dead Guys

“We always did the same things every day: we went into the toy store and rearranged all the Rubik’s Cubes. We went into the library and looked at the medical encyclopedias or biographies of old ugly white guys in wigs.”

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I Still Feel Like I Am Dead

“I wonder if he dreams at all, at this point. I hope his dreams are nice.”

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The Women of the Woody Allen Archives

Interrogating Woody Allen’s presentation of women, and defensive disclaimers that his work is merely satirical fiction.

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Telescoping Clothing

Musings on the clothes we wear, and how they alter us.

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Schrödinger’s Lottery

“Maybe it was the cheap thrill of furiously scratching them with a quarter, and seeing all those shimmery silver shavings pile up.”

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Telescoping Morning

“In the succeeding entries, we telescope our mornings by recounting and recasting. Each succeeding morning of a series is composed in exactly half the number of words of the previous. Diminish with us below.”

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White Noise

“I look at him. He doesn’t look at me. Just stares straight ahead. He shuts his eyes for a moment, and at first I’m afraid he’s not going to open them again.”

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Telescoping Sleep

In the succeeding entries, we telescope our sleepy selves.

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