Category: Reflections

Vienna, Vienna

Meditations on a city of facades.

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The Car Bomb Story: On Scaring the Rich, “Maria,” and the Near-Impossibility of Nuanced Storytelling

A reflection in three parts.

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My Mother, the Dumping Ground

“I love my mother, but how is anyone supposed to respond to an endless bucket of support?”

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Head & Shoulders

“We agree about everything; our dependence on Nyquil, the tragedy of internalized misogyny, and the exact punctuation to use when texting fuckboys.”

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Circa, 1912

“…and tuition was $160,”

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On Imperfect Apples, Mosquito Bites, and the Consciousness of Worms

“I like to believe our small acts make a difference, or maybe I just want to be a savior.”

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Urinalysis

I peed before I ever spoke.

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The Date From Hell

Qdoba, baseball, and modern romance.

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Rethinking Princeton Traditions

On a strange back-to-school season and its unexpected potential for the Class of 2024.

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Zaide’s Office, Embodied

“I wondered what kind of philosopher he might have been, having known him only after his thinking and memory had become impaired.”

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A Different Kind of Sound

Sign language stories in Barnes and Nobles.

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A Matter of Timing

Think back to yesterday—to the first yesterday, and then the yesterday even before that. The beginning of time—of your time, that is.

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