We Don’t Go To Sedna
Fiction by Devon Eriksen | Our first day of travel starts with a jolt. There’s no warning. The deck just leaps up and slams into my spine.
read moreFiction by Devon Eriksen | Our first day of travel starts with a jolt. There’s no warning. The deck just leaps up and slams into my spine.
read moreEssay by Andreas Bordin | When the news of Kirk’s death was confirmed, reactions varied. Some students laughed, others were shaken. One member of the Afro Student Association exclaimed, “F**k, he died bro?”
read moreBook review by Amory Crane | “What was your Kronstadt?” was once a common refrain among old leftists, who often asked it with a note of chummy fatalism as a means of sounding out one another’s anti-Soviet priors
read moreEssay by Reynard Fuchs | Over the course of the traveling sideshow that was Jake Tapper’s book promotion tour, the urge to smash my phone into a trillion shards of plastic and glass steadily grew.
read moreEssay by Charles Haywood | The ruling class in the UK is the first Western ruling class in a hundred years to face the same problem faced by Eastern European Communist regimes in 1989
read moreEssay by Scott Locklin | I have a lot of wealthy and accomplished pals who want to make a family and live what were historically considered normal lives. They all want trad-wives who will raise their high-IQ high-achieving offspring
read moreEssay by Fletcher Peppers | As legal battles stagger on and LLMs hit the wall, we will continue to need human writers to tell our stories
read moreEssay by Stephen Bridley | Had Thomas Ernest Hulme not been blown to irretrievable pieces while reportedly “lost in thought” in the trenches of Flanders four days after his 34th birthday in 1917, he almost certainly would have gone on to be one of the founders of a unique British fascism
read moreEssay by Henry Bolingbroke | SSRI use has risen with the explosion of democracy in the past centuries not accidentally, or as an ancillary manner. The ideal image of the soul educated by the democratic social state, resembles minutely the soul thoroughly formed by SSRIs
read moreEssay by Albert Camus | The loves we share with a city are often secret loves. Old walled towns like Paris, Prague, and even Florence are closed in on themselves and hence limit the world that belongs to them. But Algiers opens to the sky like a mouth or a wound
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