Things I’ve found this year. (If that’s your long-lost nerf bullet or something, you can email me.)
Sometimes Kenyon students like to lose things. But where do all our wallets, expensive textbooks and black North Face jackets go? Do they sit disintegrating in a shadowy corner of Old Kenyon? Fall into some mystical void? Or do they find new homes? As a prolific contributor to this accidental redistribution of wealth, I’m curious.
