ESSAYS


  • Prompting a Personality: a Chat with GPT

    Prompting a Personality: a Chat with GPT

    Written by Audrey Orenstein Art by Greta Scheff As a creative writing major in 2024, it probably goes without saying that the advancements of AI are greatly unsettling to me. I’ve messed around with the technology a few times and while it’s made for some good chuckles, the underlying principle scares me. In short, there… Read more

  • March Horoscopes

    March Horoscopes

    Written by Madeleine Minks  Art by Hadley Rae-Balmes  Happy March, dear reader! If you’re looking for a horoscope reading that will spare your dignity, close this tab immediately. I will not spare you. Aries: You need to stop blacking out in a rage and letting out a stream of curses every time ChatGPT is brought… Read more

  • Did TikTok Ruin Music or Are You Just Petty

    Did TikTok Ruin Music or Are You Just Petty

    Written by Madeline Minks Art by Justin Bissonette Like most people on this planet, I have a special relationship with music. Somewhere deep in the crevices of my brain are forgotten church hymns and songs learned for Chinese school. The soundtrack of my childhood–a mix of classic rock, eighties pop, and Kesha–never fails to evoke… Read more

  • On Joan Didion

    On Joan Didion

    Written by Sarah Chack  Art by Seven Descheneaux I am eighteen the first time I read Joan Didion’s words and think that I understand them. Freshly graduated, I stand in the backyard of my aunt’s house; my cap and gown are thrown on haphazardly, my clothes smell like the inside of my suitcase, and I… Read more

  • Last Firsts

    Last Firsts

    Written by Madeleine Minks  Art by Lucas Eglin  I have a nasty habit of thinking I am going to die all the time. If I have a headache, it’s an aneurysm. If my chest hurts, it’s a heart attack. If I’m out of breath, it’s…also a heart attack? You get the idea. Logically, I know… Read more

  • What Does My Body Look Like?

    What Does My Body Look Like?

    Written by Abigail Marble Art by Lillian Anderson  The small dorm room bed is lumpy, the ceiling fan is humming, and my sleeping roommate’s breathing is steady. I am spiraling, and hoping my sobs are quiet enough to be drowned out by the fan. What the actual fuck does my body look like? My friend… Read more