Uma Kurtagic (Age: 18)

Language was the first philosophy. Before meaning, there was naming, the violence of pointing and saying “this” as if the world had been waiting for language’s impulse to delimit. To fracture the undifferentiated, into units small enough to be held...

He always slept soundly, his chest rising and falling with the steady assurance of someone who trusted the world to keep its shape through the night. I envied that trust. I could never hold it. I considered telling him about...

When we are little, the world tells us to dream—to imagine a future filled with endless possibilities. « What do you want to be when you grow up? » they ask, and the answers are always innocent and whimsical. A princess, a...