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To all the memories unmade, photos untaken


These memories are ones we were promised, ones we were banking on, and ones our peers, just a year or two older, do bank on — for support, solace, and strength. Now, they’re like polaroids that got jammed and never came out: we came tantalizingly close to having them, but there’s nothing to be done about the simple fact that we won’t.


Discovering Firestone

I had forgotten the joy of checking out books from the library, but I was reminded of it once again after arriving in Princeton. I was first reminded of it when I checked out three books for my writing seminar and felt weirdly excited about the fact that the oldest due date in any of the books was from approximately four decades ago.


In photos: A campus deserted

In this photoessay, The Daily Princetonian looks at hotspots of student life, sharply contrasted against the stark emptiness that filled the Orange Bubble ... Read More

Sexpert: Porn revelations

I just found out that my boyfriend prefers a certain type of porn a few months into our relationship. When we first started dating, I asked him and he ... Read More

Midnight, Firestone, and me

I was laying in the courtyard — the galleons of the sky were dancing impressionists imitating varying animals and beings — when President Eisgruber ... Read More