When once we sat in an impossibly tangled web of connections, holding us all together in its embrace, now axes have been taken to the strands of that web. Some are still as strong as ever, but some lie in shreds, the split ends reaching towards the floor with nothing else for them to hang onto ( Read more... )

In case anyone was wondering why my account has been so quiet for the past few months ( Read more... )

We built Wonderland with our own hands and painted it shades of blue, purple, and gray. There we played for days, escaping from reality to that magical place where we sang nursery songs and buttons rained down on our heads. It was a good place, filled with friends and laughter; a few tears too but those always passed away into smiles after a while ( Read more... )

Amidst a chaotic college campus, filled with class work, club responsibilities, and the drama that rules my friends, I close my eyes in order to find a moment of peace. Once found, I can hear a river that's beating against the bulkhead of my backyard. I can feel a small furry form curled up beside me as I stretch out on the sofa, a book read purely ( Read more... )

A stack of library books sit on my desk. They proudly display the titles on their spines: performance and feminist criticism of a man who probably never expected his name and works to be world renown. How could he possibly imagine that his plays would still be performed years after his death? Or that his sonnets would be studied in classrooms by ( Read more... )