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I inhaled every word he spoke, no matter how burnt or bitter. Savored every drag of his lips. Felt a rush whenever his hand scratched against my skin, like smoke does the delicate flesh of the throat.

Whether you are a Bay Area local, temporary resident or newborn, there is so much more to explore outside of Berkeley, Oakland, San Francisco or Walnut Creek. I was alarmed to hear about BART’s recent financial struggles, which might lead to the shutdown of stations with the lowest ridership, so here are some day trip itineraries from at-risk BART stations that you should try before it’s too late.

As finals quickly approach and academic goals shift to merely surviving the rest of the semester, it’s easy to ignore spring’s beauty as you spiral into pessimism and dread. Give me whatever’s been bringing you down, and I’ll give you the perfect way to turn that gloom into something that’ll make you bloom this spring.

For a generalization about the film industry, it holds a despairing amount of truth. So when the odd original story does make it to the big screen — and is brought to us by a celebrated director such as Steven Soderbergh — it is tempting to let our expectations get the better of us. This is the lesson I learned from “The Christophers,” which offers a delicious performance by Ian McKellen and little else.

The moment I returned to my couch at home over spring break, my mom told me there was a movie I needed to watch. In my household, this is a regular occurrence. My mom sets a strict agenda for movies and TV shows that we’ll binge together in the short time we have over school breaks. When this moment presented itself once again, I thought nothing of it, but I had failed to account for my mom’s movie weaknesses: Italy. 

Return me to the time before the syllables of your tongue slipped from my grasp and my ears became someone else’s, / a Babelian confusion, / For Your song is now a faint lyricless melody expunged of meaning.

A lonely termite becomes consumed by obsession with a woman who lives inside of a microwave, trying not to abandon ambition in pursuit of a fantasy that can never be reached. The act of desire and longing for romance is masqueraded as love, tormenting the termite and causing a seemingly endless spiral of absurdity.

Through each door that led to desks and filing cabinets, I became more disappointed, and more maniacally convinced that it was out there, a vast room filled with the sound of clicking machines.