Bonding time.
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Library Friends

November 1, 2013 • 0
Last year, I had several library friends. We spent hours together in the oblong den that is the Saybrook college library, listening to the near-silent hum of the yellowish lamps, the soft, soothing rhythms of typing fingers, the occasional mysterious shriek from the courtyard. We listened to each other breathe, from quiet mid-paper sighs to huffs of relief at the end of a pset. We made eye contact once or twice, too.
Did you do this to Lucy? The shock! The horror! The filth!

An earth(l)y revelation

September 20, 2013 • 0
There’s something about tactile experience that just can’t be paralleled. Especially when you’re holding your tactile experience tactilely in your tactile hands, cupped in a tactile paper towel, fresh out of the (need I mention, tactile) laundry machine. Okay. So I found poop in my laundry.