Ghosts of Harvard

by Francesca Serritella

Tragedy taints a person, and no one wants to touch that sadness, just in case it spreads.

They say fate is written in the stars, but the irony is that stars don’t project the future, they reflect the past. If you think about it, every time you look at a star, you’re looking back in time. The North Star is four hundred thirty light-years away, so when you see it shining, the light hitting your eyes is already four hundred thirty years old.