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Note from the Editor .02

We’ve had one tumultuous summer. Between a raucous political arena and irrational violence, we have arrived in September feeling raw and collectively out of breath. It’s possible that like me...
  • Asia

    I hate crying in public, but I don’t hate it as much as I used to. However, in this particular instance I was embarrassed and inconsolable. Five weeks into my Asian adventure and two...
  • Hold The Door

    Fun fact: every time a stranger lets the door slam in my face, I’m reminded of my college years. This may sound strange, but hear me out. As a Malaysian, studying abroad in the...
  • Shared Chaos

    This is not something that you can prepare for nor predict, only anticipate. An identity crisis is many things, and triggers different vulnerabilities in everyone—creeping up when you least expect it and teasing out...
  • Divided

    While on the bus to the Lake District, I take a scarf and cover my eyes. The bus is loud and I already feel overstimulated. Sense, of all sorts, is overwhelming; I’ve had to...

Growth

Life can be a tricky thing. I had this friend. We met in middle school, preteens with no idea of what type of people we wanted to become. We grew...
  • In Transit

    In Dublin she wrote.   It’s what she did when she was angry.  The names of all the pubs irritated her skin.  MacDonagh’s.  MacDougal’s.  Mac this, Mac that.  The name wouldn’t leave her and...
  • A Slow Miracle

    “Sometimes it’s a slow miracle… I’ve known what I wanted to do with my life since I was seventeen. Everything about me has been wired to make music, and by the time I graduated...