Comment, Prose

Hallowed Be Thy Name

by Amanda Higgin As I come into the chapel, I click open the hidden panel in the woodwork above the hymnals and flip on the lights. In this weather it’s more of a habit than a need; the summer sun already illuminates the checkerboard floor tiles, the familiar wooden pews and the soaring space above. […]

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Culture, Prose

Where to Brood in Oxford

by Alec Siantonas “The void stands before us, the void behind, and while the spirit to the flesh still cleaves it behoves us to gaze into the abyss with unfrightened eyes” The void stands before us, the void behind, and while the spirit to the flesh still cleaves it behoves us to gaze into the […]

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