The changing faces of God
I don’t usually think much of it, but whenever I meet someone for the first time, I am born again.
Reconciling the language and empathy gap
Early in my life I learned what it was like to live in linguistic limbo—where I could understand a language that I couldn’t speak.
The university campus as hyperreality
They say that just by looking at an object you can faintly hear the echoes of its past whispering to you in the present.
Rewriting a story without words
At some point during my early years in middle school, I lost my voice.
A choice between imitation and creation
Sometimes when I’m alone in Perkins worrying about how my paper due the next morning will ever write itself, my mind takes a detour to marvel at the wealth of ideas that must continually be flowing...
As a child, I used to think the trees outside my house grew as high as they did because they were trying to touch the sky.