Category Archives: Colby

Sometimes, I want to dissolve into the atmosphere. Not in a dying sense­­––more like a soft, restful sleep. This desire comes when everything begins to feel very, very heavy. My clothes, my bones, my eyes. They are impossible to lift. I become a jumble of immovable parts, curled up on the floor. Jagged and grotesque.Continue reading “How It Ended”

The end of the semester is nearly upon us, and (as with most endings) things are narrowing down. Days have numbers; they are counted. I am pretending to count them, but only for appearances. In truth, I feel oddly detached from the near-reality of exams and break. Regardless of my aloofness, however, the end cannotContinue reading “On The Edges”

Tomorrow, I begin my Senior Year of College. And I’m struggling to write about it. When friends and family are reminded of my upcoming Senior Year, they give one of two responses. The first, “That’s crazy!” is an explanation of disbelief. Time has flown, they say, as if my college career elapsed in a second––andContinue reading “Sunset Year”

I don’t have time to write about spring, so I’ll keep this short.  But someone had to say it: Spring at Colby is a mockery.  The cold of winter is still coiled in my tailbone. I need to go outside and thaw. And yet, here I am, confined to work undone. So many full pagesContinue reading “A Note on Spring”