Stella AtrewuinThe MemoiristMy Mother Received a Mysterious Taylor Swift CallAt 5 in the morningDec 29, 20212Dec 29, 20212
Stella AtrewuSignsI am lying on a couch, with a lamp lit behind my head. In front of me is a table lamp, on a table, tall with a tall lampshade, elongated…Dec 28, 20211Dec 28, 20211
Stella AtrewuinThe MemoiristThere will be only GhostsIn memory of Joan DidionDec 24, 20212Dec 24, 20212
Stella AtrewuinThe MemoiristEnglish and ILately, I’ve been wondering what English means to me — how it defines my identity and why I care for it. It’s not an easy question for me…Dec 19, 20213Dec 19, 20213
Stella AtrewuinAlternative PerspectivesOn Illusions and ReactionariesMy fascination with reactionary essaysDec 16, 2021Dec 16, 2021
Stella AtrewuAn Illustrated Book about BirdsIt was maybe 10 years ago that I first heard the song Plateau. Like most people, I first heard it performed by Nirvana, along with members…Dec 10, 2021Dec 10, 2021
Stella AtrewuGetting on top of ItI saw a mountain close to my home, and I realized that I had never climbed it. I felt the need to climb it. The need to climb mountains, to…Dec 9, 20211Dec 9, 20211
Stella AtrewuSome Thought Experiments about ConsciousnessSuppose there are two people in a room, Alice and Billie. Alice loves trains. Billie loves flowers.Dec 8, 2021Dec 8, 2021