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Seaside Living

Erin Kenny, Queens College Student


If there is one place I choose to be, it’s at the beach. The salty scents fill the air as the warm sun on my face reminds me I’m grateful to be alive. The waves break and I panic for a second, but just keep swimming. I go home covered in sand every single time. I curse at it, as if the sand purposely wrapped itself in my sheet and towel and swimsuit. But there is something about sandy beach hair that always, always makes me smile. Hurricane Sandy’s name is far too appropriate. The water met the lands causing early erosion and left so many families with no place to go. Flames destroyed the memories people made, breaking hearts and homes. On November 2nd, I had the privilege of volunteering at Queens College where I personally met victims of this ...

We Know

Saygun Gökarıksel, Writing Fellow, Doctoral Candidate in Anthropology


“When will they stop writing such letters,” thought the public administration officer. He had been working in the department responsible for answering the citizen’s complaints for more than a decade. Reading about other people’s problems, complaints, and life stories was a learning experience for him. When the letter was sufficiently attractive, he would then dream about what the author might look like. He spied on many strange faces, eavesdropped on many secret conversations, and recorded many previously unfamiliar stories to his diary as “words from friends.” He befriended those words that reminded him of the society he lived in even during his most solitary hours spent at his desk in the office. But how about this newly arrived letter? “Today everyone seems to be in ridiculously inflated debt with no prospects of repayment,” he thought. What was there to say ...

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