The Devil I Know
“...Sometimes the fear isn’t mine. It’s like it stands behind me and I feel what it feels. Like it’s holding its breath. Just waiting.”
Christian A. Goicoechea
6 days ago9 min read
The Unbearable Lightness of Being Looked At
I was walking through the aisles of a second-hand book store when I stumbled upon a book. The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera. It sounded so philosophical. The juxtapositional title intrigued me even more. The unbearable lightness? How can lightness be unbearable? Honestly, after reading the book over the course of several months, annotating it densely, and pondering upon it for weeks afterward, I still can’t tell you.
Jessica Chavali
6 days ago5 min read
The Almost College Dropout Column: (Article No. VI) The Belly Beneath My Feet
I had been so focused on the things surrounding my life that I didn’t stop for a second to focus on my surroundings, and how close I was to the edge. Each step taken after the other had no change to the naked eye. But slowly and surely the dirt beneath my feet was becoming more undone each time my foot hit the floor.
Sweeden Octavia Antoinette Patterson
6 days ago6 min read
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