In the landscape of science fiction, filmmakers make decisions about world building and characters with the aim to demonstrate an existence which is fundamentally different from our own. In order to transport viewers to a universe which is believably futuristic, there must be elements within nearly every facet of life which unsettle us with their foreignness.

Self care is more than bath bombs and yoga. Self care is looking inward with honesty and love, and seeing where your mental health is struggling. It’s addressing these things out of care for yourself, and legitimizing your pain and suffering. And unfortunately, we live in a world that de-legitimizes this suffering all the time.

The unforeseen power of the sherpa to make me feel secure in my community revealed to me a fact that had been brewing beneath the surface of my mind: every outfit I step out in is accompanied by a small degree of uncertainty and self doubt. I’d never walked down the street and seen an army of people dressed like me, and the incredulous response to some of my fashion decisions still haunted me.

The back seat is a funny thing. It’s the same car, the same driver. The same midwestern road, scrolling under tires and metal. But I’m a giant, cramped into this little pickup. I feel huge with newness, I don’t fit in here. The speed makes me sick.

MUSIC Matters describes their mission as “uniting the campus through music”. It only takes one look at a crowded concert hall to understand why this is the case; music is a universal language, a common medium through which emotions and experiences can be expressed. But this mission takes on an entirely new challenge considering the limitations of the pandemic.

Trying to pin down Still Woozy’s genre can be as slippery and elusive as his dreamlike beats themselves. Part indie and part psychedelic bedroom pop with a healthy amount of funk thrown in, it’s clear no one category’s conventions can tie him down. To put it simply, there’s a sort of “Woozy factor.”