How often do you live in your body? This isn’t a measure of activity, pain, exhaustion, or any external metric—how often do you feel everything, from your temples to your toes, from your core to the envelope of your skin, all at once?

Scrunchies. Croquet. Virgins. Forgery. Murder. Pocketed quietly away in Village C, a high school girl bathed in the spotlight recounts to the audience with her diary entry on the first day of school.

Don’t blink or you might miss Marty Supreme, a comet streak among this year’s film releases.

The sun warmed my skin as I stepped off the bus, a soft kiss amidst the overstimulating chaos of Buenos Aires. Still adjusting to saying summer in February—a small reminder of how far I was from home—I looked between the blooming trees to the skyscrapers high above us as my friends and I made our way to the city center.

Despite largely self-identifying as a metalhead, I’ve found increasing love for music with a more eerie flair. In pursuit of this new passion, I recently had the opportunity to sit down with Anastasia, a striking figure in the D.C. alternative scene, to talk about all things Goth.

Recently, a British Vogue article titled “Is Having a Boyfriend Embarrassing Now?” circulated widely among twenty-something women online.