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


“Warped, I see not, but glass splashes yester;/Time slows. Gasping, from what nous hang I now?”

A power imbalance mediated by language, a relationship done and undone in the webs of translation.

“In my desperate search for a ‘cure’ for my concussion, I experimented with the outermost fringes of the medical world: the truly punk-rock subculture of medical science.”




“I watch what hovers like genie smoke – the grief –/near ancient tombs of white marble with grey veins,/or gravestones on a desert hill,/images that filter vaguely out of the words we use to mourn./Are you awake?”

“Walking through French Baroque palaces-turned-museums and pushing through crowds at the New York Met is a traditional, storied cultural method of viewing Great Masters hanging in gilded frames on the walls. Walking into the Monet room at the Chichu Art Museum in Naoshima, Japan, however, is more like visiting a shrine.”


“It’s been over a month since the night of September 10th, but the effects of the ICC’s decision have lasted far beyond Frosh Week. These effects raise the following question: Did the ICC’s decision to ban frosh from the Street help in the long run?”

Some things are not always how they seem (particularly when the Prince writes about them).


Hopefully this means we didn’t fake the moon landing.

“Our desire to have a spooky and unique Halloween experience was further fulfilled when we briefly thought we saw a ghost. In actuality, it was just a kid standing outside of Bent Spoon shrouded in a cloud of his own Juul smoke.”
Beautiful girlfriend: I thought you liked me for my personality.
Realistic boyfriend: It’s okay.