“Bite your face to spite your nose. Seventeen and a half years old. Worrying about my brother finding out, where’s the fun in doing what you’re told?” As Matty Healey, frontman of
In The Doors of Perception, Aldous Huxley documents taking the psychedelic mescaline and describes the enlightenment gained from his experience. Ken Kesey and his gang of Merry Pranksters take LSD on a
I don’t quite know what to call this time in my life It’s fall. I knit a sweater. I keep a bag of apples from a sunny day next to my bed, and
Sunday mornings had always been reserved for debrief sessions and hangover munchies; you would lay beside me, I would explain my most recent argument, you would twirl my braids and tell me
Interviews have been lightly edited for clarity. Five years ago, Yale established the Environmental Humanities program. Most scholars in the program would say Yale was a few decades late. Humanities scholars have
“The contemporary trans movement as we know it now—with all its accomplishments and failures—could not have come to be without the Internet.” This is the central claim of Avery Dame-Griff’s newly-released book
“Computer Crossdressing”: Charting the Trans Digital Archive Features/Fronts by Hannah Szabó How the Environmental Humanities Could Solve Climate Change Features by Ingrid Slattery Pathways Voices by Eva Kottou
Every Autumn, I have the same epiphany. I claim it as my favorite season all year long, but I always seem to forget that, deep within, I am cherishing much more than
It is three days before my twentieth birthday, and I’m sitting inside Atticus Bookstore Cafe, looking for the right words to describe funerals. Saying ‘the right words’ feels like a disservice to
My birthday is the day after Halloween. As a child, that’s how I situated the first of November in my head. There was nothing more exciting to me than waking up in
It’s an iron law of life that if there’s an empty storefront in September, it’s a Spirit Halloween by October. An equally strong guarantee: come November 1st, the storefront will be empty
When I went home for fall break, I looked through my old journals, from the first-grade diary with a lock and puppies on the cover to the understated blue Moleskine I thought
Saved! by the Reverend Kristin Michael HayterMadelyn Dawson It is with great sadness and a heavy heart that we announce the death of Lingua Ignota. All that was left of her was
Ask Joehoru is a weekly column where Joanna (JE ’25) answers her Instagram followers’ questions. DM her @joehoru or watch out for a weekly question sticker on her story to get her
Flickering LanternsAlina Susani Sometimes there is only one fear, sometimes many, sometimes they are a marching band of ghosts holding flickering lanterns moving slowly. They are a band of marching ghosts and
OBITUARY: DURFEE’S CHICKEN TENDERNESSLucy Santiago Durfee’s has been closed for three years now, and the pill is still hard to swallow. The little room on Elm Street, once bustling fifteen hours a
Watching a character give into some primordial desire, leer over their friend or lover with hungry eyes, and then rip into the muscles of this victim until blood drips so thick the
For nearly two years, I’ve worked in the Yale Peabody Museum Entomological Collections. We have all kinds of things: bugs, of course, dozens of Blue Morphos with their surreally glimmering wings and