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On Graduating in the Middle of the Year

by Kate Wilmot | Jan 7, 2025 | Placeless

But to me, endings have always been quiet.

Sorry, I Don’t Think This is the Revolution (Yet)

by Loran Vanden Bosch | Jan 6, 2025 | Placeless

You can’t predict the revolution based on a single incident—sorry TikTok astrology gurus.

On Film for Invisible Ink, Case No. 142: ABBREVIATION FOR DEAD WINTER [Diminished by 1,794] (David Gatten, 2008)

by Kipp De Man | Jan 4, 2025 | Placeless

While nearly everything we see is not reducible to merely perceptual phenomena, all of it is at a minimum a perceptual phenomena.

Do Not Worry About Tomorrow

by Ansley Kelly | Jan 3, 2025 | Placeless

I’m feeling an invitation to linger a while longer in each moment, in each day, in each year.

Content Recommendations from the 2024–25 Holiday Season With the Ribbens Family

by Christina Ribbens | Jan 2, 2025 | Placeless

Whatever it is, it’s always better watching together.

Block by Block

by Sam Tuit | Jan 1, 2025 | Placeless

It is astonishing that a game released in 2011 has been continuously updated and hasn’t increased in price.

Best of 2024, Part Three: Editors’ Picks

by Annaka Koster | Dec 31, 2024 | Placeless

This place is all you. Thanks for that.

Best of 2024, Part Two: Peers’ Picks

by Josh Parks | Dec 30, 2024 | Placeless

Our hope for the post calvin is that writing does not feel like shouting into the void.

Best of 2024, Part One: Writers’ Picks

by Alex Johnson | Dec 29, 2024 | Placeless

It’s unfortunately easy for excellence to fall through the cracks.

Try Dancing in the Center

by Izzy Nunez | Dec 28, 2024 | Placeless

There is no faking the spark when you let yourself go in the music.

To Wrap or not to Wrap

by Anna Jeffries | Dec 27, 2024 | Placeless

I don’t care about what silly persona Spotify has assigned to you or how many new artists you listened to.

Still More Festive Erotica with Your Favorite Librarian

by Annaka Koster | Dec 26, 2024 | Placeless

Buckle up, kids. We’ve got ourselves a monster romance.

A Call Center Christmas

by Sam Koster | Dec 25, 2024 | Placeless

“That must be it then,” he said, “you must be my angel.”

A Love Letter to December

by Sophia Medawar | Dec 24, 2024 | Chicago

I’d like to stop and listen to the silence, sit with the stillness, and appreciate the winter for who she is.

My Five Favorite Movies of 2024

by Mitchell Barbee | Dec 23, 2024 | Placeless

Thanks to having an Alamo Drafthouse season pass, I saw a lot of movies this year (43 to be exact).

Outpourings and Opposable Digits

by Savannah Shustack | Dec 22, 2024 | Placeless

Have I mentioned yet that I love Sunday nights and that maybe I have a proprioception problem?

The Green Knight: A Story for When Christmas Is ‘Dark and Hard’

by Emily Joy Stroble | Dec 21, 2024 | Placeless

Every event feels necessary, but most of it is nonsense.

Vive la Libération

by Rylan Shewmaker | Dec 20, 2024 | Belgium

I somehow want to “succeed” in my social interactions. Oldest daughter syndrome claims another victim.

The Spiral

by Hannah McNulty | Dec 19, 2024 | Placeless

It’s hard not to think of repeated patterns as some kind of failure.

Christmas Movies You Missed

by Isaac DeBoer | Dec 18, 2024 | Placeless

I didn’t realize until now that I want an oversized sweater to curl up in while feeding my cat milk?

Carlisle’s Christmas Classics

by Carlisle Patete | Dec 17, 2024 | Placeless

Listening to those songs always reminds me of cutting paper snowflakes around the dining room table, putting up tin or clay ornaments on the tree, decorating sugar cookies made from a slightly altered recipe my dad’s been honing for years.

In Loving Memory

by Tiffany Kajiwara | Dec 16, 2024 | Placeless

How strange it is to choose to labor over writing the perfect string of words, singing with the perfect tone, preparing the perfect meal to honor a person who can’t experience their veneration.

Advent, Strattera, and a Quest for Perseverance

by Noah Schumerth | Dec 15, 2024 | Placeless

In the expectation and longing for something to finally change, where our “now” seems broken beyond repair and our “not yet” can’t afford to be delayed, Advent meets us where we are.