The only thing I know for sure is that sustained creativity, regardless of recognition, is the crux of human existence.
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The only thing I know for sure is that sustained creativity, regardless of recognition, is the crux of human existence.
I found myself tensing in crowded places and in groups of loud teenagers, until Paris passed from curfew into our second confinement. Now my mind is over-packed with thoughts of isolation, injustice, and the upcoming election.
The City We Became isn’t simply a jarring attack on white privilege, it’s a necessary nudge towards reality. When Aislyn befriends the Woman in White, the novel’s antagonists become its two white women. By inverting white savior tropes, Jemisin shows how systemic advantages have weakened cities while diversity remains their strengths.
What’s so important about the story of early LA rap is not that these guys started out deciding that they would create “Fuck tha Police,” or, for that matter, “Findum, Fuckum, and Flee.” The point is that they worked to create a platform for themselves—for Black youths—to say whatever they wanted to say. That’s their most powerful legacy.
by Gracie Bialecki
Imagine a society where we had empathy for those with opposing views. Imagine a society where we read more and fought less.
by Gracie Bialecki
Was virtual better than nothing or were we merely deluding ourselves?
by Gracie Bialecki
Biking through a post-virus-apocalypse Paris was surreal. The streets were eerily empty and the Chanel and Gucci ads that had plastered the kiosks and bus stops were replaced by health advisories and public thanks to medical professionals.
by Gracie Bialecki
If someone had seen the movie before reading the book, how could they imagine anything else? Lee’s world is the definition of Middle Earth for millions of fans. Will future generations grow up with its realms and characters conveniently preconceived?
by Gracie Bialecki
Futuristic sexual encounters aside, we’re constantly betraying our partners and friends with technology. In any interaction, a phone is liable to appear with or without explanation—shifting a dual-sided conversation into a regrettable love triangle.
by Gracie Bialecki
The more the French view me as part of their country, the more I see myself as belonging here with them. With my blonde hair and daily scarves, I look the part. It’s easier to accept superficial validation such as compliments on my accent and cultural ease from the French than it is to reconcile my fading American patriotism.
