On hating hookups and twin-XL bed frames. I just noticed that he’s wearing ripped skinny jeans. It’s over. I should be turned on right now, but I absolutely am not. On top of that, he cracked his knuckles rather distressingly two minutes ago, pulling on his fingers until they snapped…

Chalkboard Stalker: Free Lessons from Empty College Classrooms It has become a tradition of mine to wander around campus on the weekends in search of an empty classroom. I roam, popping my head into each room of Hamilton, or if I’m feeling classy, Pupin. It’s a desire that grows in…

Kate Miller on Art, Influence, and Social Media. Originally published in Ratrock Magazine Kate is a junior in CC majoring in Art History. She is a photographer and collage artist, heavily influenced by 20th century feminist photographers, vintage media portrayals of gender, and creating art from absurdity. I’m late to…

“are u coming?” inspired look at Columbia’s Battle of the Bands I’ve always thought of Battle of the Bands as the climactic event in every Disney Channel Original movie–where tensions come to a head and the final confrontation between good and evil plays out (think Camp Rock, Freaky Friday, Lemonade…

Reading Riverside Park’s benches. On a meditative walk through Riverside Park, I came to the realization that a lot of people are dead. I was reading the small metal plaques that commemorate various West Side characters, performing a zigzag maneuver to examine each label on the facing benches. I felt…

The following is an essay, in letter form, written to the teacher of my high school Utopia/Dystopia Fiction class. I dove into the material of the course, seeing so much of myself in these narratives of destruction and isolation. Reading it now, I understand the sense of connection I felt…

After the daylights were saved and the sun started to set at 5pm, I found myself spending a lot of time searching for joy in the afternoon. There is a great argument to be made that the sun could be replaced by exercise, quality time with friends, or something mindful…

Avoiding Homecoming, running from the rain I’m downtown and my face smells like sunscreen. These are the decent moments of life. I realize this while sitting on a bench in Washington Square Park, the scent of SPF 30 barely legible under my mask. …