Amani Nasarudin27 March 2017
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.
Inside the Co-op Bookshop’s AGM
*A FAINTLY TALENTED AMATEUR’S PERCEPTIONS OF FITTING INTO AN ARTISTIC COMMUNITY
“Come to dinner,” she’d said.
On the effectiveness of a national day of student protests.
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.