About Estrangement, Letter to a friend
“Part of it is the distance you put there yourself,” S. said to me between sips of his Aperol spritz, which Parkside serves in pint glasses. Together we sat in the outdoor dining hut, watching Citibikes whizz between us and the bar in the thin safety of the bike lane. The bar’s windows were filled…
Pursuing the Personal Essay
On the elusive, often unsuccessful form of the essay.
Sharing Space
In search of a Columbian literary identity.
Bartender Fully Licensed to Dispense Advice
The first day the sign was installed in the bar, a man dressed in beige came in and read the sign aloud to me, sat down, and asked: “What advice do you got for me?”
In Loving Memory
Reading Riverside Park’s Benches On a meditative walk through Riverside Park, I came to the realization that a lot of people are dead. I was reading the small metal plaques that commemorate various West Side characters, performing a zigzag maneuver to examine each label on the facing benches. I felt the weight of the tributes…
Chalkboard Stalker: Free Lessons from Empty College Classrooms
It has become a tradition of mine to wander around campus on the weekends in search of an empty classroom. I roam, popping my head into each room of Hamilton, or if I’m feeling classy, Pupin. It’s a desire that grows in springtime. Eager to escape shafted apartments and dorm lounges, I search for a…
Collaging Identity in the Age of the Influencer
Kate Miller on Art, Influence, and Social Media.
Will Lyman — Portfolio 