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Postmodern Emotion: The Girl on TV

The footage was grainy, and every now and then a horizontal line of static swept across the screen. I was sixteen and getting ready for a friend’s birthday. By then I couldn’t recall ever knowing a Chelsea, let alone being so invested in attending her party. Seif leaned forward to pour us another glass of…

Word Portrait || The Importance of Being Liked

Outside of retina display screens she had a decidedly average appearance. She had mousy brown hair, puffy eyelids seldom seen without shadow, blanched lips, and a small and short build that she felt forever kept her from achieving the degree of glamor that she coveted so dearly. For this reason she was seldom recognized outside…