My mother tells me I’ve always had an obsession with the people of the streets, the “nomads” as we called them.

by Mark Bessen
When I was younger I used to imagine how convenient it would be if humans radiated emotions as colors, glowing orange when lecherous, blue when blue. Now I realize how annoying the world would be blinking feelings. But in the faux natural world of the Reptile Room, the inhabitants don’t complain.

by Alizeh Iqbal
Our frog’s croak
is like the first bloom of wetness…

The photographs in this series reflect a primal need to gather evidence of matter, both physical and sensational.

Stanford Overseas: On Being a Jew in Germany, On Township Tourism, & On Surviving Oxford Tutorials
or, See, we didn’t just party!