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The Call of the Void

14e Arrondissement If you’ve ever taken the time to notice, parks are places that are inter-generational. Looking around, you can see elderly couples talking among themselves on the benches, feeding the ducks, or walking around in their cute little jumpsuits; young adults are sprawled across

The Call of the Void

I See You You know that feeling you get where despite doing something every day, you don’t really pay attention to how natural and routine it is, until you do pay attention, then it feels…weird? Let me give you an example.  Recently at Campus Village,

Review: Netflix’s Love, Death and Robots

What more could viewers ask for? Combine Black Mirror with animation and the result is Netflix’s sci-fi fantasy anthology Love, Death, and Robots (LD+R). Creators David Fincher and Tim Miller pay ode to the beautiful craftsmanship of digital animation with a variety of short stories

The Call of the Void

Into the mind of Erebus The mind is a weird place. Inside there is a little voice that lurks in the deepest parts of your brain sabotaging and invading your most private thoughts, casting doubt on how you feel about yourself, a situation, the people

The Call of the Void

Mr. Blue Sky I love my life. I have never felt such an overwhelming power of optimism and joy in the 19 years I’ve been alive. Matter of fact, I feel alive. First, I’m considering changing my major. Really, if you look at it, change

The Call of the Void

Charity Case I’d like people to think of me as a clothing drive. No, this isn’t my usual self-deprecating column but rather me encouraging you all to give me all of your flannels and coats. Mostly, because I find a sense of comfort drowning myself

Call of the Void

Work in progress I’ve decided to turn over a new leaf and try to be non-judgmental. This isn’t a delayed New Year’s resolution but rather an awakening I had (last night) in an altercation with my roommate.  While I won’t disclose her name, the event

The Call of the Void

All in a day’s work There’s no clock in my room, and yet I hear the ticking with every breath. My backpack rests on the floor next to a stain that waxes and wanes throughout the day. I sit at my desk in my orange-lit

The Call of the Void

No Regerts I think I’ve made a grave mistake and, quite frankly, I’m stuck. Kind of like that feeling you get when you’re sick and you feel like you’re dying, and you can’t even help yourself. Hopeless is the word I’m looking for. I have developed