Beautiful girlfriend: I thought you liked me for my personality.
Realistic boyfriend: It’s okay.


Wondering about the skeleton of the Holiday Inn in Beirut, and its meaning amidst post-conflict narratives.


Investigating Princeton University’s relationship to the eating clubs and the health hazards they pose.

“A museum setting might sterilize the dread of the inevitable ending at which any chronological exhibit explicitly in conversation with environmentalism must arrive. But the accessibility of this juxtaposition right up front makes sure one is clued into that inevitability and made to feel it violently.”

Narrative as a discourse, and the opportunities within collective interpretation.



The unspoken luxury of not debating politics with your relatives over dry turkey.


When the mother tongue is tucked away to make room for other languages, what becomes of it?



What’s cooler than doing Bridge Year? Anything. But also, this.

Beautiful girlfriend: I thought you liked me for my personality.
Realistic boyfriend: It’s okay.