Category: the paris review
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ii. orienta tion/lism
Welcome Week: a six-day orientation in the occident. Sciences Po styles students in red. Cliques pitter-patter, broken nails clitter-clatter. I chase ghosts. Day One If week one was my Sacred, week two was the Profane. It starts, as all my sociologies start, with an old hallway and slivers of new selves. The Sciences Po foyer…
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i. she came to stay
Week one pounded out artistic fates, beating blues and romance like the Beauvoir fiction I was predictably reading. I passed the days getting lost and crying because I was feeling found. There was magic, and there were clichés. Irony had no place in such fervour, and nor did Instagram. Serendipity hummed beneath the tar of…
sanjana sheth 