In the weeks before my first year at Harvard, I got my annual back-to-school haircut. I await this tradition with excitement, for it physically marks the changes ahead: it shears away the dead weight of split ends and existential anxieties for the coming year, and implicitly prepares me for, and embraces, the growth that awaits. […]
A man is sprawled before a café entrance, a white cloth draped over his face and a bottle of brandy in his hand. He sits up with a start, as though imbued with life by the sharp spotlight shining on him, and laments to the audience: “I’ve always tried to live, but life has passed […]
