Being still and introspective among the chaos When I was in college, I remember things being quiet. I often found myself doing focused reading and writing for hours without the distraction of notifications. I might be approaching grandma mode here, but we often forget those quiet hours that brought us…

The Platform: A Poignant Metaphor For Our Current Reality While watching The Platform (Spanish: El Hoyo), I felt disgusted and angry at its violent images and perverse message. Within that anger was a realization that it’s poignant metaphor of a vertical prison was directed at the rampant capitalistic system that…

There are moments when a quiet revelation is stirring within, as you stare out into the vastness of space. About a month ago, before the quarantine, my partner was driving to the market. For the first time, I was able to describe my inner turmoil. “I think I’ve been placing…

I identify with the word “girl.” I like how the word sounds and the feeling of being a brave girl: a girl who walks under a moon, a girl who walks in the woods, a girl who is shy but is not afraid to fly. I’m drawn to the dramatic…

I never wrote about 9/11, but I wanted to remember the way I saw it as a teenager. Freshman year began a couple of days before that early fall morning in Queens, New York. Instead of attending class, I was heading to an immigration office for a fingerprint appointment. I…