Amani Nasarudin

27 March 2017

Morning

Her message box is empty. She stares at the blinking cursor for a long time. Then she types: Poem for a Boy I Don’t Know.

The Co-op Stand-off

Inside the Co-op Bookshop’s AGM

A Ho-Hum’s Rant*

*A FAINTLY TALENTED AMATEUR’S PERCEPTIONS OF FITTING INTO AN ARTISTIC COMMUNITY

Come to Dinner

“Come to dinner,” she’d said.

A national day of factions

On the effectiveness of a national day of student protests.

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This second year psychology major doesn’t need zombie eye make-up when she can compose music at 2a.m. and draw for 6 hours straight.


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