Phillip Lentsch Class of 2018 I read somewhere that writing is the mathematics of music and realized that maybe calculus isn’t so bad. People tell me I talk like I write. That the overlap is evident, the resemblance is uncanny. If I had to guess, it probably has something to do with my obsessive journaling of the world around me, the cacophony of short story symphonies that I scribble away in composition notebooks never to be seen. Maybe it’s the hipster aesthetic and my love of chai tea. Maybe it’s the poetry. My words are whirlwinds but I am the tsunami; I am the wonderer left wandering, the artist of the loose-leaf canvas, the spastic reggae beat that building to the 1-2-3. Lately I’ve been thinking about writing and musicality. Like writing a blog post riddled with metaphors and similes. You don’t know what I’m talking about but you still read. The words flow like grammatical streams. Linguisti...
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