Monthly Archives: August 2016

Walking into the park feels like coming back home after a long vacation. I don’t quite remember where my things go and it feels like everything is both new and old at the same time. Although now, instead of coming … Continue reading →

Sometimes the most interesting odysseys occur while traveling from point A to point B, and other times while you’re sitting in your psych lecture listening to a McGraw Hill representative. This woman was quite a journey all on her own. … Continue reading →

4:47PM Thursday, August 25th I stroll out of Baruch into the 25th street plaza and began to contemplate the journey ahead. I needed to reach the Jersey shore that night to visit some family, and that meant using the dreaded NJ Transit. Since … Continue reading →

The seven train at 9PM was perfect for dodging both rush hour crowds and late-night eccentric personalities. Expectedly, I managed to find a seat on the ends. A man hurried through the closing doors, barely squeezing through. He sat down near … Continue reading →

Simply put, I had not touched the steering wheel of a car since December of 2014 when I made my 2003 Mazda 6 nonexistent. Fortunately, the car was already crumbling and nothing happened to me aside from a mild shock, … Continue reading →

It was 8 a.m., the earliest I’ve been up in weeks. I locked the first door to my house, sat on the steps leading down to the front door, and tied the laces to my cat Vans. With my playlist … Continue reading →

All I can hear is the sirens from the ambulance outside, rushing her through the door. As I ran through the door to see what was happening. All you can see is blood everywhere just dripping down the stretcher to … Continue reading →

It was 4:45pm last Thursday, and I had just finished the first day of my first semester at Baruch College. “ Now I had to make it to Port Authority Bus Terminal for my 5:10pm bus, which is scheduled to … Continue reading →

I was en route to the train station, where first-world Misfortune leaned mischievously against the grungy metal turnstile on the far right. Eager to make it home, I failed to notice him slip the invaluable yellow, plastic rectangle out of … Continue reading →

Something was wrong. I couldn’t place my finger on exactly what set off the alarms in my head but something just wasn’t quite right. Was it the suffocating silence that permeated the car? Or, perhaps, was it the look on … Continue reading →