one day, the snow will melt
hypothesis: i will no longer be a child when i stop praying for snow.
A Collection of Libraries
Amidst the bustle of student life, libraries are warm, (relatively) quiet spaces rich with underutilized resources and built on the histories of their institutions.
Love for the Charles River
For some reason, the Charles River holds a special place in my heart.
meshing!!
even if we are complete strangers, my heart pangs upon hearing them laugh and says “you know this joy — why not hold on to it a bit longer?”
History and South End House: What’s After MIT?
Meet Tobit, a 2023 who majored in 18 and 21H
MITaly’s dessert tour was a sweet success
Each attendee was able to take six desserts from an array of tables, with complimentary drinks.
dear stranger,
it was like you were everywhere at once, swishing and twirling and tapping and gliding and — almost flying.
belonging, home, and me
since i am not in fact an almighty god of destruction, i opted to wallow in my sadness instead, which was only slightly less disastrous.
Near Misses? Potential Deaths.
Discussion of the school district that is sweeping a potential gun incident under the rug.
the gis of ‘eunice exists!!’
to me, writing is everything — a steadfast anchor in vast turbulence of a world full of hrrgs and unexpected outcomes.
The Mystery of Long-Term Friendships
We simply grew apart, changed over time, and now have different lives.
Dear Housemate, Rewritten
This was the first time I truly cried for someone.
Wandering Around Tianmu Aimlessly
Why was I so emotional about a place I’d only lived in for two years?
Times Have Changed
Maybe the passage of time is what’s forcing me to consider that times have changed.
French House, New House, All the Houses
All I can say is that my sadness comes from the fact that things have been lost over time and have not come back.
The Necessity of Journaling
Small problems get brushed to the side and then build up over time, random ideas get forgotten, and things don’t get documented.
If I Was An Onion
…while our flavors never directly clashed, we weren't exactly a palatable harmony.