Improv Club
I’ve been meaning to go to Improv Club for a while now. I’ve been meaning to do a lot of things lately. Instead, I’ve been tending to a wound. I’d like to explore that wound here. I sit near a classmate in 501 who uses ChatGPT. Instead of digging through their notes or documentation to…
The Fourth Eye
I am sitting in the library. I am being watched. I am a fraud. I am performing intellectualism; a black-square-esque display of superiority over those who stare. I am looking around, and I see nobody. I am twenty-one years old. For the past thirteen years, I have never been out of reach of my phone…
Sadie Levin 