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Jaxson Floberg

Jaxson Floberg is a Trinity sophomore. His column runs on alternate Mondays.


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Movies and moisturizer

Art—specifically, the art of film—is a powerful outlet for emotion. For this reason, I call myself a cinephile. Film can make me experience what I normally wouldn’t, stirring an entire spectrum of emotions within me, from deep despair to unadulterated joy. The emotion I get most from film however, is anger. Pure. Raw. Passionate. Anger.


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A dumb major

But then it hit me: I was supposed to read all five acts of Shakespeare’s “Twelfth Night” that Friday. And I didn’t. Because I was busy seeing John Mulaney.


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My Duke

College is supposed to be hard. But college isn’t supposed to be that hard. Rather, it’s not supposed to be hard in that way—not hard enough to mentally break 20-year-old kids. And the more I hear about the unreasonably difficult experiences of some students, ironically referred to as “the real Duke difference,” the more jaded I become about Duke’s flaws—those that I was never aware of as a kid.


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An inconsolable longing

There is an inconsolable longing that exists in all of us for a home to which we have never been, Home, an amalgamation of feelings and images of some place far away where we truly belong. It is the future we idealize in our present, the way we wish we could live our lives and the way we still hope to.


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The pursuit of sadness

We understand that tragedy is always more interesting than comedy and always more important because only in tragedy do we approach the greater questions of life. We want to feel complex and nuanced, and because we see sadness as the doorway to deeper thought, we derive satisfaction out of our own unhappiness. 


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Did someone say, 'Natas Teews'?

I, an eternally practicing member of the Reformed Church of Satan, can say beyond a shadow of a doubt that listening to rock music turned me away from the arms of God, straight into the arms, and fiery wings, of our Dark Master, Lucifer. 


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