“A quotidian damage. Consolidating into a tiny scar; a crescent moon./Now, that’s the only trace I have left of you, Martinus Young.”
by Mariachiara Ficarelli on April 29, 2018April 29, 2018
“A Sunday slumber turned October tastes like cider mixed with tahini.”
by Iris Samuels, Mariachiara Ficarelli on October 22, 2017October 28, 2017
“Four Italians and an Israeli sitting in a blue Chevrolet. It could be the start of a joke.”
by Mariachiara Ficarelli on October 1, 2017September 30, 2017
Bot check: What is the name of the farthest residential college from central campus?