Author: redinkmag
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By Sejin Choi, ’22 Ever since she was a little girl, she felt like she was missing something. She dreamed that she would one day find it and finally feel whole. If not, it was okay, because she doubted that anyone ever felt whole anyways. The first time she looked up at the drunk, heavy […]
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Brief Thoughts on a Few Books
By Senior Contributing Editor, Andrew Ng, ’22 Hello readers! As part of Red Ink’s new series of reviews and criticism, I’m offering my brief thoughts on a few works of fiction I’ve read recently. More reviews—of music, art, food, literature, and other areas—will be coming soon from myself and other Red Ink contributors! The Castle […]
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A poem by Abraham Budson, ’22 On a frost tipped cold-mid morning, halfway through the year. The old gym dark and quiet, the new one crystal clear. As the students would soon enter and just as soon embark As the light shut off forever The floor all dust and dark As songs and speeches sounded […]
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Dismal Propaganda
A book review by Senior Contributing Editor Andrew Ng, ’22 Naked Economics is a strange book. On one hand, it offers a somewhat useful and interesting introduction to basic economic concepts. But on the other hand, it is no more than a propaganda piece; like a bad sponsored Youtube video, except it’s capitalism and not […]
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Be Creative.
Submit a piece of your choosing to redinkmag@gmail.com on or before November 18, 2021. Winners of this competition will receive the recognition of their peers as well as a valuable prize.
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What Is to Be Done
An essay by Senior Contributing Editor Andrew Ng, ’22 Vladimir: Nothing you can do about it. Estragon: No use struggling. Vladimir: One is what one is. Estragon: No use wriggling. Vladimir: The essential doesn’t change. Estragon: Nothing to be done. – Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot Vladimir and Estragon experience the Absurd, facing up against […]
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Seaside Procession
A vignette by Editor-in-Chief Jacob Landau, ’22 I’ve never seen the wonders of an Aquarium on a weeknight; perhaps only when the weather has been too treacherous have I wanted to go. Who would bother to waste their energy climbing through the snow onto the purple line, among strangers, only to watch the fish in […]
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A Vignette by Lucy Calcio, ’22 She gazes through the droplets forming on the windowpane in front of her. The drops splash on the window and slowly make their way down, racing each other across each pane, then finally falling in the same wet puddle below them. She looks beyond the droplets as the waves […]