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The Saturn Return Chronicles: Chapter 2: I quit my 9-5 job For the first time, I cried on my birthday.  It was 95 degrees outside at the tail end of August when I sat in my mother’s car and ate a slice of gluten-free birthday cake alone. The icing was starting to melt from the heat, so I cranked the air conditioner and let the cool blast of air diffuse the humidity. As the manufactured wind blew, a tear fell from my eye. I quickly wiped it away and ate my cake with the muffle

When I first saw Halraam Villa Wulffraat by Jacoba van Heemstreck, tears welled in my eyes. The light purples with blues so dark they swing indigo, all swirling together in a circular stained glass disk, remind me of the mystery of the unknown. The beauty and terror of diving into the mystery of life like a fish submerging itself and traveling to the depths of the ocean, can be felt from looking at this piece. Naturally, this piece made me reflect on what it truly means to