The Beast of USC
Photo by Keith Ayuman Every university worth its salt has ghost stories. Haunted retreat houses, campuses built on old battlefields, that sort of thing. Perhaps it shouldn’t come as a surprise that our...
Photo by Keith Ayuman Every university worth its salt has ghost stories. Haunted retreat houses, campuses built on old battlefields, that sort of thing. Perhaps it shouldn’t come as a surprise that our...
Photo by Eloise Yuson Diaz Jose Protacio Rizal Mercado y Alonso Realonda. His name is one our history teachers force us to repeat until it is stuck in our minds forever. His name is mentioned...
Photo by Erica Nicole Jabel My parents asked me: “What do you want to be when you grow up?” Everyone expects from everyone. That is why, even as children, we were asked this certain question, and...
Photo by Kae Catalan Photo Manipulation by Erica Nicole Jabel I run my fingers through the coarseness of his scars, skin thickened after a softening by blood, by metal, by rust, by the narrow...
Photo by Dorothy Lee “Joell! Ali! Nakuyapan si Marisse! ‘Wa na siya nagginhawa!” Another one. But most of us here, dwelling in this well of filth, knew it was bound to happen. Marisse was...
Illustration by Charlene Grace Tan It was too quiet. The kids didn’t even dare to breathe too loudly for fear of attracting their oldest brother’s attention away from his glaring match with their older...
Illustration by Jon Ahmed Durano “There is a Mocha Uson in each of us,” Lola always tells me this as she sits on her rocking chair while telling the stories of early 2017 through...
Illustration by Zach Borromeo Dear Reader, I would want to start off by mentioning a disclaimer. This letter is neither a rant nor a public appeal, but an ordinary musing of your run-of-the-mill kind...
Photo by Keith Ayuman Photo Manipulation by Zach Borromeo This piece is dedicated to Francis Ian Palanca, who helped me see that there are colors within me that I ignored. Dark on...