When I walk the longest but most visible path through campus I make sure to smile and look at the trees so that I seem conscientious of...

In the morning I walk to my closet, look through my stack of folded shirts, pull one out. Tacky. I grab a reliable button-up. I go to my...

Is my identity the McDonalds I’ve eaten, the Netflix I’ve watched, the Nike I’ve worn, the reels I’ve saved?. . . Well, yes.