A power imbalance mediated by language, a relationship done and undone in the webs of translation.
by Somi Jun on November 18, 2018November 17, 2018
“I miss my brother’s 18th birthday. He spends it kneeling in pews and tossing crosses of stems and swallowing Christfuls of dirt. No one falls into the pit. Oh, adult. Fresh mint.”
by Somi Jun on November 12, 2017November 10, 2017
“10 o’clock peek-a-boo 12 o’clock Looney Tune”
by Somi Jun on May 8, 2017July 20, 2017
“In the birth of night, we are interlocking curls again.”
by Somi Jun on April 2, 2017April 2, 2017
“Never dipped one toe into water, but sipped juice on a hilltop.”
by Somi Jun on March 5, 2017July 21, 2017
A reflection on Princeton’s skewed perception of wealth
by Somi Jun on February 19, 2017February 26, 2017
Benadryl bites.
The whites of his eyes, half in the light.
by Somi Jun on October 16, 2016October 19, 2016
A reflection on faith and body.
by Somi Jun on October 10, 2016
Context:
Verbatim:
Bot check: What is the name of the farthest residential college from central campus?
