by James Blair, Prose Staff It’s odd to see yourself expressed through someone else’s eyes. So rarely do we scrutinize ourselves in our entireties: we are so often focused on a singular aspect—an outsized nose, unruly eyebrows—that when somebody reconstructs us for our own subjective viewing, we are jarred to see what they emphasize and…
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By Darius Cowan, Managing Editor This is a piece about when summer actually felt like summer instead of whatever this is. This weird period of Zoom meetings and cancelled plans, and staring at the same walls every day. When the black boy with the brown eyes and leaves in his hair and face splattered with…
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