by Dallas Simms, The University of Virginia , '17
On my way back from a spring break trip to New Orleans, I listened to an NPR podcast that was all about screens and the way social media enables us to capture and display memories in a timeless nature. Photos from 5 years ago pop up on our newsfeeds, and friends tend...
by Dallas Simms, The University of Virginia , '17
Sometimes normal prose can’t convey the kind of emotion that poetry can so I decided to make this post a bit experimental in nature. After binging every episode of Black Mirror over winter break, I began thinking about how my relationship with digital technology is...
by Dallas Simms, The University of Virginia , '17
Scromp (v) – succumbing oneself to the act of devouring I know, I know. Scromp isn’t actually a real word. But growing up, my friends and I used it constantly. We didn’t even have to explain it to each other. The way you emphasize the word—by really adding texture to...
by Dallas Simms, The University of Virginia , '17
As far back as my mind can remember, I’ve always known what the future would hold to a certain extent. I knew in kindergarten that first grade was right around the corner and that after senior year, I’d be going off to college for four years. Some of the details were...
by Dallas Simms, The University of Virginia , '17
On Sunday and Monday nights, I savor the silence. Because Tuesday through Saturday sound a lot like: “I want something else To get me through this Semi-charmed kind of life, baby, baby I want something else I’m not listening when you say Good-bye” It’s 1:40 AM...
