Carver Lawson, Special Projects Manager
Serena was a lucky and gifted girl. She had a loving family and was naturally bright and observant. Her hardest problem in life so far was boredom. She had just finished freshman year of highschool and had expected more from her education and society. Her disappointment with the lack of challenges in life was a regular feeling for her. Ever since she was a little girl she had quickly caught on to how life works. She knew herself and the human condition well and often found herself studying people. No matter if she was out shopping, eating, or with friends she always found herself watching strangers. She would deeply wonder about their life and create a story of where they've been and where they're headed. The fact that so many people seemed to be unaware of the depths they had never stopped fascinating Serena. She didn’t understand how the mundane hollowed out experiences of life could capture and cloud people as they do. If someone tried to start small talk with her she would immediately ask an intimate question. She’d wonder about their opinion on what love really is and if evil truly exists in our world. She craved to know of the weight they carried and how it had shaped their being and character. She wanted to know the truth that existed in people, they were the ocean to her and she was a scuba diver. Unfortunately for her that blunt approach often scared them away, and so she had to learn a more subtle approach.
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Lily Berzoza, Staff Videographer
Tapestry of Loss
A visual poem written and directed by Lily Berzoza.
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Rose Cordova, Staff Writer and Social Media Contributor
It’s winter again, your happiest seasons have passed. The snow piles up on your window and everything has frozen over. You lose your mind and sit there scrolling. Reeling in who you think you should be, but you don’t know. Hell, you don’t think you ever will. Are you capable of looking outside yourself, outside of the battle in your skull?
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Rose Cordova, Staff Writer and Social Media Contributor
Shattered glass, glass that has been picked up and put back together time and time again with glue, low-quality glue, but glue nonetheless. The glue is what keeps it together, as it is medication or pure ignorance. It acts as a protector from the things shattered glass chooses not to see. The glue, in its opinion, helps the shattered glass. It saves the shattered glass from any more harm, from tiny disputes to detrimental conflict. What the glue does not know is that the shattered glass no longer wants protection but to feel the war within, to fight, to live, to survive, to die. The shattered glass pleads and pleads with the glue, but the glue is relentless; it sees no problem with staying put; it is a creature of habit by pure definition: “Someone who has a noticeable number of habits that determine or characterize his behavior, a methodical kind of person, a very willing slave to routine.” (Unknown Author).
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Austin Price, Editor in Chief
Being broken is a fairytale
There’s a beauty
There’s a beast
There’s a rose
And there’s thorns
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