When I could not form thoughts, or even ask simple questions (like asking to go to the bathroom), I turned to paper. My failure to speak allowed me to listen, observe, and then inscribe. This is the main reason why I hold writing so close to my heart--more than drawing or singing or baking or running--since it will always be my most eloquent form of communication. The words I say aloud are never as honest or precise as the ones I type and scribble.
Getting people to care about things is very difficult. Especially if they can’t see it. If you haven’t studied the importance of the environment and nature as a whole, do not bother now. Because at this point, I’m guessing you’ll only want a summary, the CliffsNotes to the situation. Listed below are a few selfish … Continue reading A Few Selfish Reasons to Care About the Environment (Amazon Rainforest Response)
For six decades, Harvard was the only college to exist in America. Hardly anyone finished high school in the 1800’s, let alone applied to an elite university, and they were quick to get to work and start a family, as the life expectancy was only 40 years. With such a short life, it makes sense … Continue reading 5%
I kept telling myself that people are born naturally exceptional at certain skills, that some people are naturally good at drawing and I wasn't one of them; I was denying myself the ability to try. And failing to try will always be a disservice to yourself.
Comic books movies have somehow accomplished the impossible: bringing nerds and mainstream audiences together under one glorious, unified sentiment, all for the sake of profit. The Marvel Cinematic Universe is a prime example of the utter impact these once “geeky” pieces of media have had on our society. Billions of dollars have been generated only … Continue reading Making History or Making Flops: Marvel vs. DC Cinematic Universe
Early this week, an absolute (white) genius at my school posted the above meme to his Snapchat story, and— surprise, surprise—he got beat up by two African American kids the next day. Did he deserve it? Was the joke even funny enough to make a double-team, round-house kick to the face worth it? Honestly, … Continue reading Ironic or Sincere: How Offensive Memes Harm Our Generation
Jac’n had lugged his lightweight from door to door, knocking and hollering, kneeling and begging. There had to be one person in this barren, good-for-almost-nothing kind of town that would want him before he offed himself. Right? The door had been shut on him ten times—six women and four men—and now he had only two … Continue reading The Town: Part 5
To her feet ran millions of gold threads from her tiny head, flush against pallid, chalky skin. Like anyone in the town, she had two eyes: one eye a solid green; the other a dense brown. It was the charm and utter magnitude of her naked feelings that made her such an extraordinary spectacle; the … Continue reading The Town: Part 4
“I don’t know, Jac’n… she… she smells like the forest.” “She looks like a horse gal.” “Oh, yeah. She loves ‘em.” “So when’s this wedding happening again?” “Spring.” “Hmph… I still can’t believe you married a girl.” “Is that right?” “I don’t mean it to be sideways, Zackhy, but I… I find it real unfair … Continue reading The Town: Part 3
The two had married fifteen minutes after they had met each other. Not physically of course—for only a true fool would commit such a lustful crime. But rather in each of their minds they had formed a simple thought, one devoid of gowns and cakes and people and midnight: to marry until the sun stopped … Continue reading The Town: Part 2