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Page 16 SICP Phantasm Paper Bag Test Lulu Goldman ‘21 Photography

Spring 2021 Page 17 Grey Sonnet Anna Chaban ‘22 Poetry A perfectly lovely grey day it is No bright blinding orb of light shall burn me Neither hot nor cold, but a warmth filled bliss Embraces me under the clouds I see. Some say it’s doom and gloom without the sun And sad is he who’s never seen the light. But an excessive heat stroke I’ll have none! A small little sand dollar is just right. Forever content of both hot and cold Not black, not white, but blue with some light grey This feeling of peace will never be sold This sliver of warmth from the sun’s small ray My name of love is whispered toward you But a walking pair’s too good to be true.

Page 22 SICP Phantasm The Simplex David Lord ‘22 Poetry Know that, most certainly of all the Might I one day come to know of such certainties that lurk between the cur- things? rencies and worthless Of the incarnation of the imagination of pleas that man doth plea— the simplex? Most certainly of all such things aboard Of the destination, the boat that lay afloat in infinite sea; Whither creative temptation will guide In infinite waters of knowledge that me? To satiation will it guide me? bear the crests of information; Should I learn so relentlessly? The troughs of agnosticism what And so resent so senselessly my sen- make necessary that all our lusts and timents of false semblance so defense- appetites are appeased and lessly? pleased— And so ascend to an assembly of By nescience must our existential pride embolisms and entropy of a decaying be stopped and seized; brain above. By unconsciousness must our certainty be so teased that we freeze— And naught becomes the object with Ay, that we come undone! which, in this final moment, That our Ethos turn to Pathos, and our I sit here and hold in my very embrace; Logos thus to none. The object that now caves in between vertices until it hasn’t any remains of That such a formless amalgam were any sort of face. used to build the indoctrinated history— All traces of its reasons thus become It’d all be of mystery to the blind eyes misplaced; eradicated and erased; of ye who could see not the infinum Irradiated as fine particles of partiality within the finiteness and cerebral waste, of the blanketing grid of cubes and of Forever to roam about the nescient and hypercubes and of decaterons and unknowable simplex of time and space. dodecapetons—

Spring 2021 Page 23 Dream State Fiona Connors ‘22 Multi Media Painting

Page 24 SICP Phantasm Ariexcerpt from Margot Edwards ‘23 Fiction Prose I creep into a pitch black, drafty Arilyn pauses for a minute. I attic. The cedar floors creak below me observe how she inhales deeply, shuts as I stumble into the barely lit room. her eyes, then sighs. She holds still for From the opening to my left, a damp, a second minute. Then, she begrudg- chilly breeze invades my clothes, ingly admits, “You’re right. I’ll bring a rustling past me and escaping out the notepad with me. I’ve been thinking window behind me. that maybe some fresh air would help.” Glancing outside, I take note of the stifling silence, and coupled with I shiver as another icy gust enters the darkness, it feels as though I live through the open windows. in a void. A sliver of a moon remains behind smoggy wisps of clouds, “Yes, I can see that. Would you blocking out any light from outside. be so kind as to remind me: how does Squinting through the all-consuming getting a cold help anyone?” shadow, I can faintly observe the peaks of tall trees against the night sky and Ari merely glares and throws on the soft glow of a translucent blue lake a coat. While she prepares herself, I from below. Not a soul breathes for glance around at the barely contained miles around. mess of a room. “Organized chaos,” Ari calls it. Innumerable stacks of paper A quiet cough emanates from the cover the floor of the room. Notably, open doorway to my left. in one corner, a futon lies completely surrounded by walls of writings. How “Hey, honey? I thought we might-” does she even get into it? “I STILL HAVE 800 WORDS LEFT TO WRITE.” I don’t pretend to understand the “That’s not so ba-” marvels my wife is capable of. “I’VE HAD 800 WORDS LEFT FOR THE PAST HOUR.” Ari starts to bundle her army of A solitary lamp glows in the room, empty cups in her arms, preparing illuminating the crazed face of my to take them to the kitchen. I count suffering wife. twenty four red mugs miraculously “Well, in that case, why don’t we juggled in her grip. How does she do it? take a break and--” “I need to finish this, though!” She “Well? Are you just gonna stand turns away from her work and stares there?” She taps her foot against the at me suddenly. “What if I can’t finish? ground rapidly. The deadline is tonight! I don’t have time for breaks!” “Right, right. Let’s go, honey.” “How is sitting here staring at the paper any better?” Brisk autumn air whips my wife’s crimson hair behind her. She strides forward, unaware of even my presence. To her, in that moment, it’s merely her and the world.

Spring 2021 Page 25 I can’t help but wince as my Her voice seems footfalls cause the leaves to obnoxious- to fill my soul, my ly crunch underfoot, while Ari seems entire being; what was to glide across the forest floor, barely making a sound. I decide to stop in my my life before I met tracks and watch my wife ascend the Ari? hill. Her hand slides along tree trunks, and she begins to fill the silence with her voice. She hums a love song; I can feel it draw me in, then abandon me, and Moreover, what is this song? It then come right back for me. I find I’ve somehow seems familiar, but I can’t closed my eyes, simply listening to her quite place it… lilting voice fill the midnight air. Her voice seems to fill my soul, my entire I feel Ari’s hand on my cheek. being; what was my life before I met “Why’d you stop?” She smiles Ari? up at me sweetly. Her lively green eyes twinkle like stars. She takes hold Untitled Girl Isa Gonzalez ‘21 Photography

Page 26 SICP Phantasm Serenity Lulu Goldman ‘21 Photography of my hand and leads me up the hill, “Oh, look. This one’s for me.” humming once again. I wish I could She leaves the kitchen without a hold her small, porcelain hand forever. second glance at the remaining mail. All of a sudden, I remember this I sigh, shake my head, and finish it for tune. It’s what we danced to at our her. wedding; she chose it, but I can’t seem to recall why. As I drop the last letter, my phone begins to buzz on the table. Ari grits her teeth and simmers as she sorts the mail. I pick it up, saying, “Hi, Jack, what’s up? I didn’t think you’d need to “What’s the matt-” call so soon… if you’re calling us back “I finished the draft, but my editor home, we’re not really ready to go, I said I have to rework it completely. don’t think... ” The character seemed ‘too self-cen- tered’ apparently.” “No, no rush, no rush. I’ve got it “Well, maybe you just-” under control… for now… yeah, uh, “Can you believe it? Too self-cen- sorry to bother you... I know you’re on tered.” She shakes her head in disgust. that like retreat or whatever for Ari’s Her fiery hair begins to collapse from work.” her bun as she does so, “I mean, what is that even supposed to mean? Ugh.” “It’s fine. Just don’t make it a She throws the mail violently any habit… so Mom’s all good then?” which way before carefully picking up a specific card and lifting it to read. He pauses. “I mean, Mom is… they said she’ll be okay...” He stops talking again before releasing a heavy, grieved sigh. “Dude, I have no idea what I’m doing… I just

Spring 2021 Page 27 don’t know what to do... When can say it’s a fool’s errand; instead, Ari you come back? I don’t know how pauses, mulling over the idea with a much longer we can take this… how considerate look plastered onto her much longer she even has!” gorgeous, petite face. As he says this, I spot my wife “Actually, nevermind. It’s stupid-” bouncing back into the room, giddy “I’ll try it.” with excitement. “Oh, honey, you don’t have to-” “No. I will try it.” There’s an edge “Oh, got to go, Jack. I’ll call you in her voice, as if I’ve challenged her. later.” Even in the unlit room, I can just dis- tinguish her eyes glinting with flaming His voice cracks over the phone, determination. “But what do I--” “Okay, honey. You know I’ll always stand by you.” I hang up the phone and turn to Ari, Only her silhouette remains clearly who is genuinely jumping for joy. visible, but I still manage to witness her tilt her head sweetly and happily “It’s a postcard! Look!” Ari, and sense her soft, icy hand on my grinning like a jubilant child, displays arm. the card from her beloved sister. “Look, “Love you.” it says she’s in Korea! She’s always “I love you too, Ari.” wanted to go, you know. Oh, isn’t that However, she does not fall asleep wonderful?” after that. Instead, she lies there, pondering something. I don’t pretend Even though Ari speaks of her to know what my wife is thinking, so sister, when she smiles at me, it’s I merely go to sleep with her delicate, as though the rest of the world fades chilling hand intertwined in mine... into a pitch black. With Ari, the next town over seems as far as Korea; it’s Scan to Read as though, in the midst of even the More: most populous city, it’s only me next to Ari. She doesn’t wish for more than me; she only asks for my presence. She keeps talking about something, probably something about her sister, but I merely get lost in her eyes and the lilt of her breathtaking voice. I could listen to her talk about even the most nonsensical things for hours on end… “Ari?” I turn to her in bed. “Yeah?” “If you want to improve your character, what if you did that thing where you lived like your character - like method acting?” “What? I don’t understand.” “Like, you go out of your way to be more generous, or think of others more...” I expect her to dismiss me, to