Danny Barber | The Seattle Collegian “We were like gods at the dawning of the world, & our joy was so bright we could see nothing else but the other.” ― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles Last week, my attempts to put out anything remotely worth reading were thwarted by a mild bout of COVID. While the fog that filled…
Danny Barber | The Seattle Collegian “I had become a devotee to a religion of my own creation. Its most integral ritual was maintaining a precise calm especially when angry, when hurt, when terrified.” Nana Kwame Adjei-Brenyah, Friday Black I wish I could say that I got a lot of reading done over the holidays. There’s this complexity that happens in…
Danny Barber | The Seattle Collegian “I have heard all of the stories about girls like me, and I am unafraid to make more of them.” ― Carmen Maria Machado, Her Body and Other Parties I’ve been on a short story kick. Maybe it’s because my schedule has been rattled by final exams and new opportunities, and my time and attention…
Danny Barber | The Seattle Collegian “How many times in life can we make decisions that are important but will not hurt anyone? Are we obligated- maybe we are- to say yes to any choice when no one will be hurt? We use the word hurt when talking about things like this because when these things go wrong it can feel…
Danny Barber | The Seattle Collegian Ma. You once told me that memory is a choice. But if you were god, you’d know it’s a flood. Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous This is a book I had to sit inside of for a while. I found that it had, at some point early on, slinked under my skin and…
Danny Barber | The Seattle Collegian No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream. Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood so for eighty years and might stand for eighty more. Within, walls continued upright,…