Apple’s new commercial shows an array of artistic objects crushed under the pressure of a mechanical compactor. The crushing strength of the compactor slowly presses against paint buckets, musical instruments, sketchbooks, journals, sculptures, recording sets, and camera lenses. Each object collapses under the weight of the compactor as they are
Growing up in America as a child of Sudanese immigrants, there was one thing I would frequently hear: “You’re not American, you’re Sudanese.” It always confused me. Why were they mutually exclusive? Couldn’t they coexist as two components of my identity? Of course, I know what their point was. That
As children in America, we are taught to believe that we have the power to become whatever we want by the time we fill our parent’s shoes. At least that’s what we like to say to our kindergarten classes and cohorts of voters. To white Americans that is a promise.
Culture. What is it? How is it made? Who decides what counts as culture and what doesn’t? Is it something of great multitude and purpose, or is it as simple as choosing the outfit you wear today? In a world where every action contributes to the ever-evolving tapestry of human
Sitting under trees on a New York City park bench reminds me of The Zoo Story. While two men from different parts of life relate to the struggles of one another in such a developed society, why do I feel connected to the idea of the unknown creating loneliness? Seeing