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Staying Aware in Stagnancy

On the final days leading up to my first winter break of college, a ferocious excitement was in the air. People constantly referenced the dwindling days, their vacation plans, or simply how they couldn’t wait to be home. My own voice, tucked in the melody of an ecstatic chorus, was...

Liminal

My grandmother stands in front of the gas stove watching a pot of tteokguk simmer. The soup splatters slightly as she adds more flat, round rice cakes into the pot. Next to my grandmother, my mother flips fried eggs, separating the egg yolks from the whites; she says the tteokguk...

Reading at the Rock

The Center for Information Technology (CIT) and John D. Rockefeller, Jr. Library are located on Brown University’s campus in Providence, Rhode Island.  I have gone from lining up at the CIT for TA hours to wandering the Rock basement, looking for books. I came to Brown intending to concentrate in...

Thoughts of an Aspiring New Yorker

New York City is an elitist hub of chaos and aggression. Sidewalks overflow with preoccupied businessmen and tourists, leaving no room for you and your theatrical march down Broadway (where you smile at those nonexistent cameras in awe of the city’s exuberant streets and endless possibilities). The pretentiously complex subway...

Drawing the Line Between Loved and Hated

As printed on my drawing class syllabus: “ASSIGNMENT #2: One drawing of a loved object and one drawing of a hated object” What I First Thought: “Shoot, there is no object I hate.” I racked my brain. Maybe I could draw the pan that my eggs sometimes stick to? No,...


Red

Yang puffs out smoke as Lee grabs Kim’s shoulders, his hands grasping more firmly and shaking him as his voice trembles with bile. He stresses every syllable of his words: “For God’s sake, why are you so headstrong?” Smoke dances in the air and wreaths into the cold indigo sky....

Love the Mountains, or at Least Try

“I would never ask you to do anything I didn’t do when I was in your place. I would also never ask you to do anything I didn’t think would be good for you in the long run,” said coach. Coach conditioned us every soccer season in high school, especially...

Coined in France

In 18th century France, novelists hailed getting lost in their own city as the epitome of finding oneself. Accompanied by a single coin to decide their binary fate, they would leave their twists taken around the city to the whims of its spin through the air. Westminster Street. The mouth...

A Musician’s Struggle

These past few weeks, I’ve spent an embarrassing number of hours in the piano practice rooms. I’ve probably spent an average of 10 to 12 hours a week practicing piano, which is more time than I put into any of my other classes. It’s just a vibe, I tell myself....