Alien encounters are usually written off as far-fetched and unproven. Maybe they are. But I think it’s myopic to call them impossible.
Perhaps this kind of conscious, selfless reflection brings us closer to the kind of existence that happens once our time on this plane is up.
I make a point not to think more than six months in advance. Usually, not more than a few days. This, of course, means making plans with me is a nightmare. I don’t always know what I want in the present moment, so how can I know what future-me wants and needs? It could change any second. The future is always in flux.
I want to transcend — close my eyes here and arrive somewhere else.
There was an unspoken divide, invisible lines we crossed and continued to cross. We must have had some lingering fear of the unknown, which was tied up with our thirst to dive deeper and drink in every sun-flecked atom of the land that felt like ours.
As the landscape of affinity groups on campus has evolved, a consistent theme has been the struggle for space—space to gather, space to make minority voices heard, and space in the University consciousness as a whole.
Shoulder to shoulder, actors stand in a line. Words pour out of them, tumbling in a self-embracing mantra: “Black is beautiful is I am black is beautiful is I am black…”
Automation vs. autoerotic asphyxiation!
Neither is going to help your job search, that's for sure.
For every person I interview or feature on my blog, if they think about citizenship just a little bit more, then I think I’ve done something good; I’ve helped people feel more connected in some way.