These strike me as the only two options. There is always the third, remote possibility that Tom Hanks does not know who I am and thus is indifferent to me and that God is a human construct whom is therefore also incapable of holding strong feelings about my existence… but this seems farfetched.
It goes without saying that our capitalist-money hungry-debt factory of an education system is enraging to me and anyone else who wasn’t born in a mansion or birthed from a golden vagina.
If you haven’t noticed by now, we’re under hiatus while the first print issue of RASCAL is (finally!) in the final stages of printing.
When the weather is moody and the rain shifts like motion, our brains start to feel black and white.
You wake up. You stretch. You shower. You pour coffee. You put on your coat. You leave for work.
The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave, The moon, their mistress, had expir’d before; The winds were wither’d in the stagnant air, And the clouds perish’d; Darkness had no need Of aid from them—She was the Universe.
Actors get a bad rep from unknowing yokels and locals that assume the ignorant inevitable: “You’re an actor, you must be a good liar.” Continue reading »
Upon seeing a figure wearing a trenchcoat, I had this sinking feeling I was viewing an elaborate rick-roll. Continue reading »
Through a feminist lens, John Milton’s classic Paradise Lost demonstrates a great deal about Christian notions of femininity. Continue reading »
Pascal Janssen is a 20-year-old artist living in Belgium. Continue reading »
