It is a favorite pastime of the darlings of our media: conjuring benevolent time travelers who abduct starving artists, gleefully showing them how posterity has finally honored them.

Photo: Landscape of the City of İ from the film “I Saw the Sun.” (2009)

In my freshman year at a college in New York, the first time my sophomore friend spoke to me in fluent Lubunca, I was in pure shock.

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The history of man is in many ways the history of exploitation.

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We are not sea cucumbers.

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I don’t recall the specifics of your complaint, but I know you walked into the den, where dad and I were sitting, to drive your point home: “and it’s all because of straight white men.”

“This is it,” he thinks, “this is really it”. They're all taking themselves away, headlong in the music of the jam.

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It begins, as it often does, with a question: What is real?

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I’m not the kind of girl that usually finds herself in reckless situations. You’d probably find me doing homework, reading a book, or working at most hours.

I placed my elbows on the iron railing, and I watched the mosaics change with the sun. On the plaster edging appeared an enormous hawk, sat so close I could touch him.

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There was no need to tell the truth because lying became the better option. Whether she believed me or not, I don’t know or care to remember.

I thrive on the unfamiliar 

And yet, I disdain it more than the crawling feeling down my spine

Lock away a musician in a soundproof room, and he will hear the rhythm of his heart and the flow of his blood. A man enters the mountain hermitage and finds he cannot escape the noise of his incessant thoughts.

Through his free-thinking, unobstructed passion, and unconventional self-expression, Byron inspired numerous others from his era and beyond, speaking directly to their souls through his writings and eccentric personality.

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Growing up in the desert really makes you appreciate the rain. You want to jump high enough to touch lightning, fight against gravity on the rain-drenched trampoline.

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Imagine Don Juan pushing Sisyphus' boulder. Would he be happy? Take Don Juan away from his galavanting and give him the fate of Sisyphus, would his life still be one of wild abandonment? Yes! 

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What is it about a story ending that we can’t accept? What is it about the limitation of a book or show that causes us to search within ourselves for more?

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When it comes to portraying the internal workings of another human being, the traditional method of writing narrative can be too rigid and linear, leaving the creative little space to experiment…

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August feels like a pool of sweat gathering on the back of my neck, collecting itself into a swollen drip, threatening to slide beneath the collar of my shirt, but somehow never gathering enough momentum to dampen the fabric.

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It is truly as Albert Einstein once said: “The greatest scientists are artists as well.” Why? Because both scientists and artists have one vital thing in common: they strive to create something from nothing.

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What is an artist without his art? To contemplate, one may relate this question to a wider theological one—what is God without His worshippers?