Reading Poetry during a Global Pandemic

Throughout this whole ordeal, I’ve been shocked by how much casual indifference there has by on the parts of so many to this crisis based on the belief that it “only” affects other people. Many have expressed the desire to continue about their daily lives or semester without interruption, even if that endangers the lives of many in their communities. The navel-gazing is not exclusive to Gen Z and millennials, as many on twitter and the in the media have suggest. Brueghel’s and Auden’s works are testaments that these attitudes have been common throughout history, whether it be eighty or five hundred years ago.

Alex’s Food Review: Levain’s Bakery

It used to be that when I thought about “instagrammable” NYC food, all I thought of was form-over-function, overpriced, and under portioned dishes that make a well-lit pic from an influencer the best way to enjoy them. If all of this seems unappealing, book a Ram Van (a day in advance!) and head over to Levain Bakery legitimately as soon as possible.

What Learning From Home and Online Is Really Like!

For a lot of students prior to the year 2020, the thought of going to school was a nightmare. More precisely, the act of waking up at the crack of dawn, racing to the bathroom and brushing your teeth, shoving two slices of bread down your throat to then hurl yourself into a classroom with people you barely liked was nauseating… and yet, there is something about this traditional style of education that I miss so much.

Mourning in America

Earlier this month, the nation marked the nineteenth anniversary of the September 11, 2001, terror attacks with our usual solemnity, care, and grief. Photos of the burning World Trade Center were once again splashed across social media, lest anyone get the impression that they had forgotten the event which so scarred our collective consciousness.

Clairo Review

Move over Lexapro; there’s a new antidepressant in town, and her name is Clairo. I listened to her religiously over the summer, because the apocalypse hurts a little less when you’re listening to mellow bedroom pop beats.