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The night I received this ring, I was asked only one question: if I was afraid. I remain as steadfast now as I was then, I am fearless. ~ Hal Jordan, Lanterns (2026) (Spoilers for Lanterns) There’s a few reasons why I’ve always been fascinated by actors. I feel I owe them a great deal,…
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When I look at the current events concerning the Cornell 7, I’m struck by a few initial thoughts. The first of which is that the tragedy comes as no real surprise; it’s foul and sickening, but not entirely unexpected. Rape is commonly associated with fraternity culture at this point. Not only rape, but hazing, bodily…
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I struggle to strike a balance between my intellectual and personal sides when it comes to this blog. What is the actual point of it? I constantly find myself wondering whether it’s therapy for my over-ruminating self, or a chance to practice my craft. But then again, why else would I seek to refine my…
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I’ve mentioned The Boys briefly in previous entries, but near on a month after the show concluded, I still feel the need to talk about it. The Boys most likely won’t claim the top spot for stellar writing, and most of the time it erred closer to plain vulgarity than it did to meaningful social critique, but…
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I find myself agonizing over just how inaccessible the concept of activism seems from the perspective of a 22 year old in today’s world. If your immediate first reaction is to say: “ah but Lucas, the only people who say that are the people who haven’t really tried”, you’d be right to some extent. I…
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It’s been almost a year since I first began this blog. And at the time, I viewed this as a sort of dialectical process by which slowly but surely I’d inch closer to the truth of my desires and subsequently use that to inform my decisions. So have I? Am I any closer to realizing…
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This piece will be slightly longer than my typical rant. As I have quite a few thoughts to express and no clear vision for how they will be paced, I have decided the best means of cohesively organizing them is to introduce subheadings, which is something I’ve never done before. I. The Price of Death…
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The first George Orwell novel I read was one of the less recognizable ones, Burmese Days. Admittedly, this was not a novel I would have gone out of my way to read, nor did I even hear of the book (or George Orwell for that matter) until the very day I acquired it. I was 12…
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For us it seems rather self-explanatory what Nazis are, what they have come to mean, how they are the symbol for universal evil amidst our species. Yet what history seems to have forgotten is that prior to the liberation of the concentration camps, the Nuremberg trials, and the grisly evidence displayed to the public, the…
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In the only creative writing course I ever took in college, I found myself in constant conflict with the professor on the nature of writing. He staunchly believed good writing should extract intrigue and thematic value from the benign, quiet moments of life. I, on the other hand, have always been a proponent of fantasy…
