March in Six Meals
Picture a croissant but folded into a crown shape and coated with coarse sugar that carmelizes over the already crispy exterior.
Picture a croissant but folded into a crown shape and coated with coarse sugar that carmelizes over the already crispy exterior.
If they checked IDs, I’d never get in. But they don’t, and I wrote my paper, feeling like maybe I understood this place better than its students.
However, after the nearly six months of absorbing memes, gifsets, and posts imagining the character in modern situations, it will forever be impossible to watch The Princess Bride without acting like the Leonardo diCaprio pointing meme.
It was apparent there, as much as anywhere, that the city and the wild are not so separate.
Introducing slushies to the two Chinese exchange students who were on set was either the best or worst thing I’ve ever done for Sino-American diplomatic relations.
Even so, I survived—more than can be said for the city mice in our apartment
The Tower of Babel is one of our oldest dystopias.
I no longer know anyone.
While Boyne City may have the word “city” in its name, it’s quite the antithesis of an urban setting.
Ruins should horrify us—grim testaments to our permanent impermanence