I think I miss New York

By Willa Umansky, PZ ’27

I’m thinking about all of this for the silliest of reasons, but I was playing my favorite game on my phone (Hinge) and I found myself in conversation with someone and they asked me what New York is like. Now I’m fully aware of the bullshit small talk status of this question, but I found myself frantically responding with a far too melodious, mini ode to New York. “Well it’s busy—like I can’t go to get a sandwich without seeing a million people and nights out always lead you to crazy places and food is great and everything is expensive but even scrounging there is fun so whatever.” I know what you’re thinking, ‘wow Willa you’re a great conversationalist who totally didn’t get to a cringe level of poeticism about your hometown via a terribly shallow question, I totally want to match with you on Hinge’ and to that I say—get in line, fellas.’ Continue reading I think I miss New York

Nine Things My Mom Told Me To Do Everyday At Pitzer When I Was Almost Too Sad To Go Back To Claremont

By Ivy Rockmore PZ ’27

Over Fall Break, I was almost too sad to go back to Pitzer. I missed my mom. My dog. My bed. My own shower. My home friends.

But, I did it. Before hopping on the plane back to Claremont, my mom called me. Together, we wrote a list of nine things to do daily to get through to the end of the semester. Here’s what we came up with: Continue reading Nine Things My Mom Told Me To Do Everyday At Pitzer When I Was Almost Too Sad To Go Back To Claremont

(Human)ities Fragility in the Digital Age

By Sage Keller PZ ’25

I am a scarily obsessive champion of human creation. Of antiques. Of oddities. The walls of my room have become an ode to my love for human hands and their creations. Smudged handwritten postcards, old yellowed book pages, post-it notes, and embroidered fabrics with wispy, fraying edges. I enter my room and the scent of decomposing book pages carries me across the floor, my fingertips running along cracking spines. I find myself comforted by their persistence across time, the edges repeatedly worn down by past lovers. It is precisely this love affair with hand creations that make artificial intelligence a hard pill for me to swallow. Continue reading (Human)ities Fragility in the Digital Age

An Anonymous Letter to Our Beloved Community

While our community feels the earth-shattering tragedy of Jesse’s passing, I want to share a letter I wrote to anybody who feels sad or alone: Admittedly, things can be really hard and feel hopeless at times, but there are so many people to love you. So many forests that you’ve yet to walk through, looking up at the sunlight through the swaying leaves. So many … Continue reading An Anonymous Letter to Our Beloved Community

Reflections on a Waterfall

By Phoebe Bolz PZ ‘24 Have you ever thought about the way light moves through water  glinting off bubbles and painting rainbows in the mist  flowing just like the water  in waves  Water does not seek to control  it just is.  Moving so freely, it plays with the rocks and pools like an old friend  it is ready to maneuver, ready to change  not as … Continue reading Reflections on a Waterfall

The Highway of Endless Truths

By Finn Sapp PZ ’26 A highway resides outside of space and time. This foreign dimension upholds your unconscious life: the stories that slip away each night. The path runs in perpetuity. The zip of each letter, each word, each sentence rip down the road. Your dazed grip under glazed eyes cannot contend with the elusive language. Your hands become butter under the hot sun. … Continue reading The Highway of Endless Truths