The State I Am In

‘If I could make sense of it all’

Endings always sneak up on me without much warning, or maybe it’s just that I miss the warnings.

By Daniel D'Addario | Apr 30 08:30 pm ET

The rollercoaster ride

By the end of spring break, it was hard to see the beginning.

By Daniel D'Addario | Apr 16 08:29 pm ET

Like Dylan in the movies

I was a bit worried, when I came to Scotland, that I’d be bidding farewell to one of my most personally significant rituals—multiple-weekly trips to the movies. They’re easy to do at home, where Lincoln Square, Lincoln Plaza, and the Film Forum form my Bermuda Triangle of lost time.

By Daniel D'Addario | Apr 2 07:49 pm ET

Ease Your Feet Into the Sea

I first noticed a creeping feeling of unhealth while sitting outside the library reading Christopher Marlowe on a Sunday afternoon. A throat-clearing became something more ominous, and I knew that the coming week would be an unpleasant one, remembering both the physical discomfort of sickness and the dullness that comes with being trapped in the cycle of fatigue and Kleenex.

By Daniel D'Addario | Feb 26 11:45 pm ET

Sleep the Clock Around

Notions that I’d plunge immediately into student life, or travel ever again, vanished by the time I arrived at my dorm by taxi, after two buses, two trains, and two flights—the conclusion of a flurry of activity that began the day before in Boston.

By Daniel D'Addario | Feb 13 12:04 am ET

Get Me Away From Here, I’m Dying

Ever since I decided to go abroad for the semester, I’ve been fielding the same question: Why do you want to go to Scotland?

By Daniel D'Addario | Feb 7 04:05 pm ET

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