Paper Cranes

Blue light shined through the cracked door and the projector hummed as “The Polar Express” captivated my fifth-grade class. My classmates laughed and played, enjoying the Christmas party they had waited a year for. Outside,... Read More

The Ages We Never Stopped Being

“The child is father of the man.” In adulthood, you begin to discover society for what it really is: an endless exchange of masks. That’s the core irony of human existence; being one thing and... Read More