HACKING AKRASIA

The Library A young man drags his forty-five-pound black, hard-shelled suitcase over crooked stairs, cement, and dirt alike until he...

I am still at a loss for words with regards to everything that has happened this past year. So instead of trying to summarize everything...

Upon my return from Morocco in mid-August, I immediately locked myself up in my parents' basement. I sifted through all the footage and...

I. "Ending one chapter in our lives, beginning another" – the conventional phrasing used during life-altering events, equating the span...

A. gently opens the white-frame window for the eighth time tonight and nestles herself in that all too familiar spot. Feet propped on the...

I started off the first hour of 2016 outside Bar Martinique in Kreuzberg, Berlin, shooting fireworks at random people and clinking beers...

Despite my concentrations in Anthropology and Women's Studies, I have the organizational habits of your most meticulous neurodegenerative...

Like most endings, my last days were not as glorious as I would have wanted them to be. For some reason, my energy was starting to run...

After the last person in our group of eight successfully zip lined to the other end, we asked the workers what to do next. They all just...

I hate pictures. I hate videos. I hate our 21st century tendencies to want to record every little detail of our lives - to document for...