Memory to Machine

Leia Immanuel

  • Layers

    7.1.2025 In our last session, my therapist asked me the question, “when did you start feeling this way?” I tried to think of my earliest memories, working back up to the present, finding half truths in half complete memories, until the obvious answer came once I reached my very early teens– middle school.  I wouldn’t…

  • Dead End

    1.11.2025 What does it mean to behold? As last semester rolled on, I discovered a new source of insecurity in my intellectual capabilities, springing from this odd, paralyzing difficulty in having something “new” to say. This was especially relevant in my Jane Austen course last semester, granted I was no English major. Nonetheless, when a…

  • Introductions

    1.9.2025 I’m buzzing and I’m aching– in my stomach, heart, and head, but most of all in my feet. Last night, a classics major in the group of students I grabbed dinner with pointed out how the cobblestones under our feet are older than the United States. The only sneakers I brought are a pair…