Maybe the art isn’t lost. Maybe it’s waiting for us to stop chasing virality and remember that lightning doesn’t come from strategy decks or perfectly curated shots. It comes from someone, alone with their camera or keyboard, building a little room on the internet that feels like home, and leaving the door cracked just wide enough for the rest of us to wander in.

New York has the unique opportunity to host the sprinters and the dawdlers in each hand. When many have to disappear from the premises to find a way to relax, what does it mean to remain?

We can tell our ghosts stories for fun, but we can’t forget the real people and real struggles of a real region. 

A lifelong fascination with Artistry, my mature way of saying celebrity and pop culture, is quintessential to who I am. It would be cool to say I am unmoored by “the media” and its exports but that would be a lie.

I can’t say that eating my soft-boiled egg transports me to 1980s rural Italy, but I can say that the yellow ceramic chicken I eat it out of makes me smile.

The more we live online, the more our digital bodies are becoming as much our home as anything else. What do we lose when that happens? What happens when the more we reach out through the ether to touch our digital bodies, the more we can feel them touch us back? 

I realized that, in an effort to be as miserable as possible, I was depriving myself of any joy that was coming my way. Like with all things, at some point you have to hang up your hat and give it a rest.

When it’s your first big move, your first big jump, you don’t have any proof that things will get better. Until they do. And things typically do get better.

Jayla Raye explores the use of human anatomy within the Alien franchise

*This contains mild spoilers for the film.*

Logan Thomson reviews I Saw the TV Glow.

From hits to misses, Gabbie Veseli shares her thoughts on the complex realm of book-to-movie adaptations.

A few hours always pass by quicker than I can think, and before I know it I feel better.