“At the edge of Jersey City is a field of black dirt. For one stretch of the field, two rows of thin, yellow shrubs run along an idle road, planted without any intention for longevity.”
by Kevin Zou on September 24, 2017September 24, 2017
“He said something, but I couldn’t hear what. His face started to blur. Warm face, I heard my thoughts say. Warm face.”
by Kevin Zou on April 2, 2017April 2, 2017
There is a tiny man in her hair and he is screaming at me. “Hello there!” He is screaming. “Please remove me from this strand of hair!” He is screaming. “This is a terribly inconvenient place for me to be right now!” He is screaming.
by Kevin Zou on December 3, 2016
Bot check: What is the name of the farthest residential college from central campus?