Above: "The Van" — Taken by Jonah Kildon Editor's Note: The following is a eulogy for Jonah's van, which broke down on the highway on the way to college. It is with great sorrow that I share the news of The Van's recent passing. Although she lived a long life, defying the expectations of many, The Van proved to be no more immortal than you or I. Those who knew The Van will be pleased to hear that she did not pass quietly, opting instead to blow up in the middle of the New Jersey...

Walking through the packed streets of Cusco on a rainy night, I was hit with the realization that the classmates I was supposedly following to our dinner reservation had dissolved into the crowd. Looking at my classmates behind me I saw similar faces of confusion, and then panic, as we began to realize what was happening. In an instant we had become an island of familiar faces in a sea of anonymity, and we knew neither where we came from nor where we were going. In a word, we were lost. ...

Lying on a dirt road in the Adirondacks, I saw the stars weave themselves into constellations before my very eyes. It was a warm July night, and my friends and I were out camping far from the light pollution of New York City many miles away. We had been walking down the road just a moment ago, singing songs and riding the sugar high from our trail mix and marshmallows (which would later be used to create some delicious s’mores), when my brother did something few people ever think to do: he...