Oxford occupies a mystical, almost fantastical place within the American psyche – so much so that when I told my peers I’d be studying abroad, they had me promise...
“All my particles disband and disperse/And I’ll be back in the
pulse.”
Music, to Fiona Apple, seems like a Schrodinger’s Cat kind of
paradox; it relies...
In a rare interview with LA Times in 2018, Elena Ferrante, universally-celebrated, elusive (the name is a pseudonym) author of the Neapolitan novels, was...
“Lights up. The actor is alone” - type aspiring
playwrights all over the world, unconsciously in unison. I anticipate reading this
line (or something similar) over...