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Boldly Go
Look at it. Burnt, pitted. The mindlessness Vacant contentment, I KNEW But they’ve erased it. Edited, adjusted, subverted me, but I won’t forget! That man on the stage, the human brain That popinjay Only my brain— What is brain ...
Spring cleaning my sorrow
Learning to let go of toxic grief
microcosmos
my ceiling isn’t very interesting considering the amount of time I spend staring at it hours upon hours tracing constellations hoping to make some sense of the bumps and fissures splattered up there maybe I should paint something on that blank canvas to keep my mind from wandering maybe hang up a ...
Pain, unseen
Recalculating my body and my pain My therapist tells me that when you picture your body in your mind’s eye, everything is not of equal size. The average person will picture their head as much bigger than it is because they spend much more time thinking about their head than the rest of their body. My ...
Our own safer spaces
In March 2017, I started a fight in the Facebook comments section for an article in The Varsity called “In Search of a Safe Space”. In this article, “a safe space” was used to refer to “a comfortable study area for finals season”. I was young, and mad, and it felt like the right thing to do. “Safe space” is a ...
A translator lost in translation
“Translate the following passage into clear, idiomatic English.” My mind wanders from the examination booklet in front of me to my grammars and commentaries. The words of old men, commenting on and arranging the words of older men, bleed together. They suggest a singular reading of a single text—the one ...
Avoiding grey hair and diseased teeth
A modern translation of the Homeric Hymn to Demeter
Editors’ letter
Dear reader, We are constantly translating even when we are speaking the same language. A set of words will never hold the same meaning for any two people—they’re coloured by our own personal experiences and interpretations. Each word and every movement is a translation. We can never be certain of how they ...
When language isn’t enough
Attempting to understand my father's past
Appendix A
Losing my appendix, gaining insight