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    people, places, and things

    what are we thankful for in 2020?

    November 20, 2020
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    Things: In a year spent motion sick, it’s the things I could grip onto. A pencil, at first, tucked in a new notebook, sheathed in black matte leather. For thoughts and their consequences, words. The hard spine of On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous. A story that, for the first time, invited me to join it […]


    watching my dad birdwatching

    November 12, 2020
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    I noticed that you fell in love with the birds this summer. As your kidneys shrank, I think your interests did too. It started small. You started by looking out the window. You never did that before. Or perhaps, more truthfully, I never bothered to notice. Every day after lunch, you stood at the kitchen […]

    staying in, coming out

    exploring sexuality in quarantine through tiktok

    November 5, 2020
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    I don’t think I had a single conversation with a friend during quarantine where I didn’t mention TikTok. And if I didn’t, TikTok was always perched somewhere at the front of my mind. This wasn’t simply because the app is addictive—anyone can tell you how they planned to watch just a few thirty-second videos only […]

    accessing algorithms

    an attempt at being digitally mindful

    October 29, 2020
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    “You should write about algorithms!” my roommate and best friend Lauren exclaimed the other day. As a person who often realizes things about myself after other people do, I responded “Yeah, I should!” I should start at the beginning, when I was twelve. My mother first bought me a new iPhone 4, a gleaming white […]

    for the first time

    trusting myself after cheating

    October 22, 2020
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    When I cheated, when I lay next to someone else, all I could think about was my partner and how much hurt he would feel when he found out. In the moment, I didn’t think of myself or my present guilt, I didn’t think of the person lying behind me, hand on my hip, or […]