The Blue HousePhoebe Liu·Points of DepartureLate one night, we walked across the uneven floors of the building at 320 Temple Street, past hissing radiators and...
A Morning Egg in the Trumbull Dining HallPhoebe Liu·AsidesKnock, knock. A crack. Tap. More cracks. Peel—an attempt, at least. I press the egg onto the table. The translucent...
