SUNDIAL

SPRING 2023

RUNES: REVIVED
ART & LIT MAGAZINE
 Runes: Revived
Art & Literary Magazine
Volume 2023, Spring Edition

Druid Hills High School

 Runes: Revived Staff
Greyson Morey & Sahasra Maddu, Executive Editors
Brigitte Flannery, Managing Editor of Design
Advisory Board
Paige Carter, Webmaster Ellis Schroeder
Tashina Johnson, Webmaster Intern
Sophia Sanchez
Sarah Zedd, Director of Marketing
Chelsea Mills, Secretary Eleanor Sears
Naomi Kiefer Mai Vu
Meggie Sears Nathaniel Green
Ellis Schroeder
Zahra Samnani
Lucille Hayes
Meggie Sears
Design Team Daniel Marconi

Brigitte Flannery, Managing Editor of Design

Shaelen Purdy
Molly Tipping Lucia Rodriguez
Zahra Samnani Tashina Johnson
Sahasra Maddu
Peyton Tufts
Greyson Morey
Naomi Kiefer Zahra Samnani
Ellis Schroeder Katy Burkett
Naomi Kiefer
Marketing Team Molly Tipping
Sarah Zedd, Director of Marketing Sanchita Rudra
Andrea Rodriguez Ella Adams
Lucia Rodriguez
Andrea Rodriguez
Ella Adams
Daniel Marconi Clay Pirrone
Shaelen Purdy Shanti Rodriguez-Pedraza
Nathaniel Green

Katy Burkett

 Contributors
Noe Ramirez Avila Brigitte Flannery
Sahasra Maddu Zahra Samnani
Tashina Johnson Ellis Schroeder
Naomi Kiefer Chelsea Mills
Cullen Riel Brody Clontz
Clare Flood- Dodge Hill
Eustace Greyson Morey
Denis Tahirovic Noe Ramirez Avila
Nickell Brown Hanna Gurvey
Shanti Rodrigeuz- Paige Carter
Pedraza Anna Burkett
Susanna Mackenna
Kayla Gurbaxani
Cy Herdee
Camille Pennant
Jadyn Barrow
Julia Tone
Lucia Rodriguez
Zoe Marshall
Edric Bussie
Robin Dehass
Peyton Tufts
Alex Hood
Vada Richards
Ila Karthik
Ash DeFrancisco
 A special thanks to Ms, Alyssa Montooth for being
our fantastic sponsor, for encouragingher students
to submit to the magazine; Mr. Ruben and his staff
at Red Devil TV for promoting Runes on the daily
announcements; our donors for supporting us in
printing the magazine; and our amazing
contributors -- we have a magazine because of you!
 Letter from the Editors
The 2022-2023 school year has been the first year Runes: Revived operated without the
help of its founding members, who graduated last year. This past year has involved a lot of
growth: navigating the logistics of creating a magazine, finding our own original path with
Runes, and trying to expand the club in our student body to draw on as many creative minds as
possible. This year has been a time to reflect on the past issues of Runes, and the club’s
function in previous years. We were all inspired by the passage of time this year.

It was staff and advisory board member, soon to be Co-Managing Editor of Design,
Molly Tipping who first proposed the idea of exploring time, and it’s passing in our Spring
2023 Edition. Tipping also named this issue, “Sundial” to acknowledge one of the most ancient
ways of telling time. Current Managing Editor of Design, Brigitte Flannery, ran with the idea.
Flannery explored the idea of time passing. The front cover, drawn digitally by Flannery,
evokes sentiments associated with summer beginning and the school year ending. For a lot of
students, this means sleeping more and spending more time at home, in your bedroom, hence
the scene depicted. The front cover is a sunset, while the back cover is a sunrise. This transition
shows time passing as you read through this edition. Flannery explains, “My days at DHHS are
becoming yesterday. University is my tomorrow. The decisions I made through this magazine
and on the cover almost entirely came from a want to leave Runes: Revived with a bang. I
think we all have an inner desire to leave a memorable impression. Then we can look back at
DHHS and say ‘look how much I did’ and follow with ‘here’s proof.’” The segments within
this edition also showcase the passing of time, such as Ellis Schroeder’s “Day & Night Tunes”
where he explores how our musical tastes shift through the day. The poetry pages are also
themed with time, as they are designed with the idea of poetry being read in the “Midnight
Hour.” Poetry is deeply intimate, which is why the pages are themed in the midnight hour, to
indicate a vulnerable and quiet time of day.

The staff of Runes: Revived had some big shoes to fill this school year, but we can
graduate this year knowing we have all done well. We have succeeded. Runes will continue to
be an outlet for the creative minds of Druid Hills High School in the years to come, and we are
confident in next year’s staff. It has been an honor to continue the legacy of Runes: Revived
this past year. Continue creating!

Farewell.

Greyson Morey & Sahasra Maddu,

Executive Editors

Photography


Overlooked Green
Brigitte Flannery
Cloud Bears In The Sky
Zahra Samnani
Sunset
Ellis Schroder
Cotton Candy Skies
Chelsea Mills
In The Golden Afternoon
Chelsea Mills
Sun Reaches Lake Hartwell
Brody Clontz
The Streets of Portugal
Dodge Hill
Stonehenge
Greyson Morey
 O Captain! My Captain!
Sahasra Maddu

Being the captain of Boys Varsity Baseball to Cullen

involves demonstrating leadership, holding his
players accountable and coordinating the team when
the coaches aren’t present. He looks forward most to
the field getting finished. Due to the change in region,
he is also excited to observe how the good teams in the
new region play. His goals for the team are to win
region and host a playoff series, and his personal goal
is to have better stats than last year. His advice to
upcoming players is, “You have to be willing to work
hard. Sacrificing things and making a commitment is
the most important step and beyond that, you have to
Cullen Riel be ready to always put in effort.” Cullen is committed
Pitcher / Infielder (12 years) to Mineral Area College, a Division I Junior College.
He will play 1-2 years and transfer to a NCAA school.

For Clare, the captain of Girls Varsity Lacrosse, bringing Clare Flood-Eustace
lots of good energy to the team and encouraging everyone
Midfielder (3 years)
to do the best they can do so that they can all be great
together is the most important part of her leadership.
She’s proud of the community that they’ve built and glad
to have players that are passionate about what they’re
doing and love being there. She is looking forward to
Senior Night the most, where the team will face Lakeside.
She’s excited to be celebrated and to celebrate this last
season. Her goals for herself are to score a couple more
times and her goal for the team is to bring more people in
the lacrosse family as they grow and rebuild. She knows
she’s leaving the team in good hands, but her advice for
upcoming players is, “It’s so important that you make
everyone feel like they can do the same things that you can
do. The captains next year will be juniors, and I think we
have a lot of good candidates that have impressed me and
grown a lot this year. I’m really proud of how far the team
has come and how far we will go.”

 To Denis, the captain of Boys Varsity Soccer-

being a leader means being someone the
team can look up to and representing the
team on and off the field. He is proud of his
growth with the school team, especially their
win again Marist last season (2-0) . This
season, the team has defeated Lakeside for
the first time in 15 years, so he is looking
forward to breaking more historic records in
the playoffs and bringing home a trophy. His
goals for himself and the team are simple:
win. His advice to upcoming players is,
“Don’t be scared, be confident. School is a
different game; you’re representing
something that you’ve been a part of your
whole life. But just focus on being yourself
Denis Tahirovic out there. Play your game, be who you are,
Midfielder (14 years) and that’s how you’re gonna be the best
version of yourself.”

Christina Henderson
Essays &
Short
Stories.
 Love To Death - Noe Ramirez Avila
Gabriel's alarm sounded at 6:30 A.M. He was ready for his first day in high school. "Today is the day," he said
to himself. He arrived at school, and he was dazzled to see that his school was very large, at first glance it was
beautiful from the outside, it looked like a school taken from a fantasy story, and outside the school was the
botarga. It was the devil he was scared of at first, but then he said: "It's just the botarga, it's not real." Druid
Hills High School would be the place most adored by Gabriel because it would be where he would spend the
a with all people, but he is very insecure about himself.
rest of his time. Gabriel was a boy who interacted
Gabriel is 5.4 meters tall, has brown eyes, and has black hair, he is 14 years old. His dressing style is very
normal, like any high school boy. He is a very friendly boy who interacts with people and likes to make
friends.

First period, Biology class at 8:00 A.M. He entered the room and saw a woman, apparently she is his new
teacher, Mrs. Murray.

"Good morning, is this Biology class?" Gabriel asked.

"Didn't you see the sign outside the door," Mrs. Murray said. "Don't you see or do you need glasses?"
"Well, I have a vision problem, and I didn't see the sign," answered Gabriel.

Gabriel entered the class, and Mrs. Murray placed the desks in alphabetical order.
Apparently, that was not his day, because his last name starts with the last letter of the alphabet, Zapata, and
nothing could brighten him up on his first day of school. (the class began) Mrs Murray was explaining that
they were going to present themselves in front of the class, suddenly, he heard Mrs. Murray say, “Mr. Zapata,
we will begin with you ”Gabriel entered a moment of panic because he was not paying attention, he was
thinking if all his teachers would like Mrs. Murray.

“Mr. Zapata, stand up,” said Mrs. Murray, "Gabriel, where are you from?"
“I was born here in Atlanta, GA, but I lived a long time in Colombia,” said Gabriel.
“What is your favorite hobby Gabriel?” asked Mrs. Murray.
“My favorite hobby is taking photos of the nature, and playing soccer” answered Gabriel Someone was
knocking on the door, interrupting Mrs. Murray's class, apparently, it was a girl who was late to class. I knew
she would be in serious trouble for interrupting her class. Gabriel looked at her and thought her beauty is like
a fresh spring rose, her eyes are the most graceful I have ever seen with my own eyes, and they are neither big,
green, nor blue. They were simply hers, green or blue. They were simply hers.”

“Introduce yourself to the class,” Mrs. Murray said.

"No hablo ingles, lo siento," she said.
“Ok, class, she is a student that doesn’t speak English, and we have to help her with everything she needs,"
Mrs. Murray said to her class calmly.

Gabriel stood up and said to Mrs. Murray, “Don't worry I can translate everything for you” Mrs. Murray
asked the girl “what her last name was” and she replied that her last name is “Zaldivar”, when Gabriel heard
that, his heart began to beat super fast, cause, Zoey, the new girl will sit next to him, and he was very excited.
Mrs. Murray told Gabriel to “tell the new girl to sit next to him so he could help her translate.”
 Love To Death (cont.) - Noe Ramirez Avila
“Hola, ¿cuál es tu nombre?” Gabriel asked.
“Me llamo Zoey, Soy de de México,” Zoey said, “¿De dónde eres tú?”
“Yo soy de Colombia,” Gabriel said.

Zoey was a wavy reddish-haired girl, with fair skin, freckles on her face, a friendly girl, comprehensive, and she
also likes to help people. They talked the wholeaclass. At the end of the class, Gabriel invited her to eat after
school, she accepted, and so that Gabriel could help her with her English, Gabriel called her mother to tell her
that “if he could bring a friend home”, her mother told him “that it was fine, I'll prepare some arepas for your
friend to try."

Zoey arrived at Gabriel's house, she met his mother and thought “ she was very charming, kind and a cool
person”. After eating she and Gabriel started to practice English.

Five months later…

Zoey and Gabriel dated continually as friends, and that was the cause of the two falling in love, but they were
both insecure that they did not have the same feelings for each other. One spring afternoon Gabriel invited
Zoey to a picnic at Piedmont Park, Zoey accepted the invitation and told Gabriel that she also had to tell him
something very important that was happening. Gabriel was very nervous because Zoey said that "she also had
to tell him something very important", Gabriel got everything ready for the picnic and also picked a fresh
spring rose from his mom's garden.

"Hi, how are you?" Gabriel asked.

"I'm a little sick, but I'm fine," replied Zoey.
"What did you bring to eat?" Zoey asked.
“My mom made arepas, the ones you like, and an apple pie,” said Gabriel.
"What did you bring to eat?" Gabriel asked.
“I brought flan and quesadillas,” said Zoey.
"What is that so important that you want to tell me," said Zoey.

"Well, since the first day I met you, I fell in love with you, and all the days that we spent together, my love for
you grows more and more. I've been planning for a long time to tell you this. Do you want to be my
girlfriend?" Gabriel said.

"I also feel the same way about you, since the day we met, you seemed to be very attractive, and intelligent. I
liked you from the first moment I saw you, and YES!, I accept being your girlfriend” she said excitedly.

"Now, what is the thing so important that you want to tell me? I thought about it all night that I couldn’t
sleep," said Gabriel in a suspicious way.
 Love To Death (cont.) - Noe Ramirez Avila
“Five months ago, I was feeling sick, and I went to the hospital with my parents, and I was diagnosed with
lung cancer. My lungs are very affected, and the treatment is very expensive, and my parents can't pay for
everything. Gabriel! I'm dying because the cancer has already affected one lung, and is affecting the second
lung now. I have only a few days to live, I want to spend the little time of my life left to be with you until the
day my lungs stop working.” said Zoey with tears in her eyes.
a
"Don't worry about that, I can work extra hours at my job to help your parents with the treatment, but why
didn't you tell me before, that you’re sick?" Gabriel asked with a broken voice.

Four months later…

Gabriel gave all his savings to Zoey’s parents for the treatment. Zoey's parents accepted it because they no
longer had any choice.
"Can I go out to Piedmont Park with Zoey one last time before she undergoes treatment?" asked Gabriel.
"If it's okay, we want our daughter not to be alone in her room thinking that she will die at any time.” Said
Zoey's father worried about her.

The next day…

Gabriel was organizing a last picnic to make her feel better. He was carrying the red rose that Zoey liked so
much, suddenly Gabriel received a call from Zoey's parents to tell him "Zoey was in the hospital because she
had gotten worse, she couldn't breathe well”. Gabriel arrived at the hospital with the red rose in his hands, he
saw Zoey’s parents with a doctor in the waiting area, he walked to them and asked the mother. “What is
happening?” She was crying and couldn’t even say a word. Then the doctor turned to him and said. “Zoey had
just died”. Gabriel felt an emptiness in his stomach and an anger, for not being able to be with her on the last
day of her life.

Gabriel showed up at the funeral devastated, and broken because his girlfriend, the person he loved the most,
had died. He walked over to her coffin and put a red rose on top of it. He got into his car and left. He didn't
know where he was going, he just drove and drove for hours, and he just said "Love exceeds the limits of
death, my love, for Zoey will always live, not even
death will separate us, she and I will be together forever and ever" and he drove into a ravine and died in a car
accident.

"When you truly love someone, limits, and borders don't matter, love will always break the barriers of death."
 Excerpt from Sundown - Tashina Johnson
III. (RAGE)
As a child, rare moments were spent peeking behind my mother's bedroom door, watching as her fingers plucked
sweet notes from violin strings, her bow hand moving rhythmically in the air. Her face was serene in a way I had
rarely seen.

I memorized the graceful slope of her shoulder and the way her eyes shut as she lost herself in her music. I watched
as greatness unfurled from her fingertips, and yearned to be a part of that peaceful world beyond the door frame. I
wanted to be graced with those same gentle touches. I wanted her to adore me like she adored her strings. I wanted
her to share her music with me. To see me — to look at me. But she never did.
Soon, those moments became fewer and farther between.
Soon, she’d pick up beer bottles instead of her bow.
Soon, a deep longing stirred within me, and with it, a growing rage.

IV. (STRAY)
My mother never smiled much. Not from what I could tell, anyway. She rarely spoke my name unless to tarnish it —
rarely extended a hand in my direction unless to strike me. Her anger engulfed her like some stubborn flame, slow to
simmer yet quick to burn.
I longed to run away from that godforsaken house. I couldn’t let it consume me.

On one miserable January evening, I grabbed my bike and drove it all the way to Lynn’s house. There was nowhere
else to go, really. I knocked on the door and waited for a few eternal seconds, breathing shallowly. I could smell
mom’s pipe tobacco and cheap bourbon on my shirt. I could still hear the ringing of her leather belt as it cut through
the sound of her screaming (always, always screaming). I scratched at the red bruises that blossomed on my arms.

And then, the door opened and light streamed onto the porch. A familiar woman with dark eyes stared back at me.
Lynn looked a lot like her mother, except her mom’s eyes crinkled at the corners, and a sea of gray hairs covered her
hairline. She smelled of tea packets and lilac and all the sweet things I hardly deserved.

I must’ve looked like some lost puppy, alone and easy to startle, because Lynn’s mother gave me a curious smile and
reached out carefully to grasp my shoulder. I felt the panic leave me in waves. I was tired of tiptoeing around in my
own home as mom simmered silently – tired of white knuckles on coffee cups and locking my bedroom door.

A baby’s vibrant laughter rang out from down the hall, and then, Lynn’s voice. I smiled despite myself.
“It’s late,” Lynn’s mother said. “You coming inside?”
From within the house, I heard the faint sound of Lynn’s guitar.
 The Last Sunset - Sahasra Maddu
It feels like the sun has been setting for ages. I’m grateful for that. I don’t want to go home. I never do, really.
And for some reason, there’s a dull ache in my temple. I feel like if I go home now, I’ll be missing out on something
I’ll think about for the rest of my life. But I can’t pinpoint what it is.
I snap out of this trance and sense his distressed tone immediately.
He’s sitting on the ledge, to my left. He’s rambling on about something like always, and I smile, taking in his
animated voice and rapidly moving hands.
“...all of us,” he’s saying. “All of us are connected. Like, forever. You know what I mean? I think we’re never
going to forget each other, and we’re going to think about each other and talk about each other for years to come,
even if we don’t know it. One day, we’ll miss this. Don’t you think? ”
I don’t know what I think. I don’t know why he needs to know what I think. I don't know why he craves
validation. It makes me angry and annoyed. It makes me want to never let him go.
“Well,” I start, thinking about what I’m about to say carefully. He has a habit of getting upset quickly, ever since
we were kids. I don’t mind. It’s taught me how to choose my words carefully.
I kick a stone at my feet. My eyes flick down to his new shoes, where the ice cream he dropped earlier is now
melting. The corners of his white sneakers are stained with strawberry slick. I wince, thinking about what his mother
will say. She just bought those shoes. They were a graduation present. She told me they were actually a ‘going away
present’, but I didn’t tell him that. He follows my gaze and laughs, pulling a napkin from his pocket and wiping it off
the side. My eyes stay frozen in that spot, and I can’t bring myself to tell him that it’s on the bottom of his sole too.
So many secrets. I keep so many secrets from him. I always have. It makes me sick.
“I don’t think so.” I blurt out, unable to control myself. The thought of his shoes sticking to the floor later is
making my skin crawl. “We’re going to forget about each other. It’s inevitable. We have our whole lives to make
memories that we’ll miss more. This is just a small blip in the grand scheme of things.”
I have no idea what came over me, but it’s too late to take it back.
He says nothing. His eyes are watching me, trying to anticipate what else I’ll say. I don’t like that. I don’t like
when he watches me too closely; when he tries to hear what I’m about to say before he actually hears me say it.
Because that means he’s not really listening.
“I don’t mean you and me,” I add hastily. “You and I will remember each other, I think. But I don’t know about
the rest of us. Everyone else. I think our lives are so different and separate that we’ll drift apart. Like… like how
boats dock at one place but go to different places at sea.”
I steal a glance at him, immediately wishing I didn’t.
His jaw is tight, bottom lip tucked between his teeth. He’s upset. I shrink away, cursing my mouth and inability to
stay silent to soothe him. I wish I could be who he needed me to be. I wish I was easier to meld and prod, like the
soft underbelly of a fish. You can slice through and take only what you need; nothing more, nothing less. I am too
much, too little, and always never enough for him. I don’t think I will ever be enough. I would do anything to be
enough for him. Does he know that? Should I tell him?
As my thoughts race, he opens his mouth. At that exact moment, the whole flock of birds on the sycamore tree
rises to the sky. I can’t hear him over the flutters of their wings.
“What did you say?” I asked distractedly, watching them fly away. I envy them. I’ve never been able to tear my
gaze away from the things I grow green for. How pathetic. I pull my sleeves over my fingertips while I wait for his
response, letting fabric surround my reddening knuckles with warmth.
“Nothing.” he says, voice hoarse.
I sigh, knowing full well it’s something, and lift my head up. The sun has finally set. I can’t believe I missed it. It
must’ve gone just a second ago, when the birds left. The air has suddenly changed. I’m cold, so cold I can’t stop
shaking. He doesn’t offer warmth. Not that I expected him to.
 The Last Sunset (cont.) - Sahasra Maddu
“I think you’re wrong,” he says.
See? It’s never nothing.
I smile up at the now lightless sky. “You always think that.”
He’s quiet. Too quiet. I don't look over at him this time. I let my curiosity slumber this time. I like my cats alive.
Instead, I fold my legs up and place my arms around my knees, curling them into my chest. My face finds itself
turning away from him, away from his intrusive eyes and questions that beg for answers I don’t have. He hums some
song from our childhood under his breath and I cannot remember the name of the tune for the life of me. My throat is
closing up, and I feel like something horrible is about to happen. I swallow thickly.
“Why don’t you ever take me seriously?” he whispers, hurt evident in his voice.
It’s my turn to stay quiet. It’s probably for the best. I want to scream at him, tell him the irony isn’t lost on me and
that he’s such a hypocrite. No matter. I have to let it go now, before it begins to eat away at me for the millionth
time. The more time I spend with him, I realize that just because you want to say something doesn’t mean it should
be heard.
We will always dance around each other in this empty ballroom, palms upturned but untouching, to a song that is
sickeningly out of tune and off-beat. He will step and grind his heel carelessly, giving no apology. I will flinch and
dig my nails into his padded shoulder, only to continue without an accusatory word. The music never stops, spinning
us in dizzying circles until I am giggling uncontrollably and he grows weary of my laughter.
I allow myself to be swallowed up by his saccharine words time and time again, until it envelops me in such a
suffocating grip that I can no longer hear the melody. He decides when we stop, I decide when we start again. I don’t
know when we became so chaotic and convoluted. I assume it was when we stopped being children; when he had the
epiphany that he was a man and I was just a girl.
We silently go our separate ways when the stars glow brighter than the streetlights. No goodbyes left to give, I
suppose. We have spent them all on pointless partings.
I go home. Does he?
 Recap
Naomi Kiefer
A segment that is created to show the day in the life of students at
DHHS.

Naomi Kiefer
Sophomore

Ellis Schroeder
Sophomore

BeReal picture: Whether I like it or not, much of my day is spent at my desk doing work.
Pic of cats: I always try to make time to hang out with my pets no matter what. I mean,
who wouldn’t. They are very adorable (unbiased opinion). Pic of food: I like to wind
down every day by making myself food. This way, I get to explore my hobby while also
nourishing my body.
 Nickell Brown
Sophomore
"car rides"

Shanti Rodrigeuz-Pedraza
Junior
 Kayla Gurbaxani
Senior
"Serenity"

Camille
Pennant
Sophomore
"Lovely skies "


Forest Essence
Anonymous


Man in the Moon

Greyson Morey
 Untitled
Paige Carter
LIE DOWN AND DIE!
Dodge Hill
Intimidation
Greyson Morey
Night of the Van Gogh
Anna Burkett
Buffalo Quarterly
Cy Herdee
 Cold War
Hannah Gurvey
Uncanny Canyons
Susanna Mackenna
Below Sea-Level
Susanna Mackenna
 LOCK SCREEN
Phones have become more personal over the years.
Let's explore that trend.

"My phone background is

a picture of my dads
hippie pin collection from
when he was a kid in the
1960s."

Julia Tone

Zoe Marshall Paige Carter

"This is my favorite This is a picture of the
picture with my best beach at Amelia Island
friend and during my Florida. This background
favorite moment of last is special to me because I
year." just find everything about

the beach perfect, I
absolute feel my best when
I’m there.

-designed by Zahra Samnani

 "My partner, Pine, drew
all the flowers and I put
them together to make
my lock screen."

Robin Dehass

Ellis Schroeder
"I love Studio Ghibli!"

Alex Hood
"1. I just really like that picture, only
because I like the person next to me.
2. I like this one because it has my friend
group from 8th grade, and we all split up
during our transition from middle to high
school."

LOCK SCREEN

 NI
& UGHTT
DAY
A SEGMENT BY ELLIS SCHROEDER
DAY NIGHT
Ila Karthik
Norman Fucking Rockwell - Lana Del Rey Blonde - Frank Ocean
"NFR is just so full of intense emotions that it really sets me
up for a good day, while Blonde is very chill and nice to end
the day with."
Molly Tipping
E - Ecco2k Preacher's Daughter - Ethel Cain
"I think it's fitting that the covers of two of my favorite
daytime vs. nighttime albums have contrasting color pallets.
Ecco2k's E, like its cover, is bright and clean. E's songs are
calming in a hypnotic way; this album gives me a sense of
serenity throughout the day that allows me to tune out
distractions and accomplish my work. Preacher's Daughter,
as its cover suggests, is dark and mystifying (much like
nighttime). This album forms a cohesive storyline about a
young girl who runs away from home, and listening to it at
nighttime elevates the haunting themes discussed through
this album's moody, reverberating ballads."
NES
DAY Ash DeFrancisco NIGHT
Romance is Boring - Los Campesinos! Этажи - Molchat Doma
"Romance is Boring is an upbeat album that I like to listen to
during the day because it gives me energy. Los Campesinos!
is my favorite band and this album is fast-paced and
motivates me. Этажи (Floors) is a solemn album with
calming, monotone vocals and instrumentals. The album is
nice to zone out to or even fall asleep to, because there are
no unexpected loud noises and it is in Russian, so I’m not
thinking too much about the lyrics."
Naomi Kiefer
Wicked - Stephen Schwartz On Repeat - Spotify
"I listen to the Wicked soundtrack in the morning, in the car,
because it's a fun soundtrack to start off my day. It's upbeat
and encouraging. My favorite song from it is Defying
Gravity. At night, I listen to this album that Spotify made for
me, called On Repeat because it's a selection of music I
like and it randomly selects this song, so that’s exciting (and
annoying at times)."
 &NIGHTTU
DAY

NES
A SEGMENT BY ELLIS SCHROEDER
DAY NIGHT DAY NIGHT
Lucia Rodriguez-Cuevas Greyson Morey

Greatest Hits - ABBA Depression Cherry - Beach House
"I enjoy listening to ABBA in the daytime because it’s
such a mood booster and I know all the lyrics so I can
just sing my heart out. I love Beach House because it’s
a very mellow and chill sort of vibe and very relaxing to
listen to at night."
Vada Richards
Masterpiece - Big Thief the stars that made you, i think made me too - walk
to the pit
"I really like Masterpiece by Big Thief because I listened
to it a lot a year ago or so, and it reminds me of a really
positive time personally. I also think this is their best
album, so I keep coming back if it. Their sound is nice
during the day, because it’s not too loud or
overwhelming for me, so I can listen while I’m
multitasking. The stars that made you, I think made me
too by walk to the pit is a new album discovery for me.
They’re a pretty small band, so I was really surprised
how good their music is. They only have 63 monthly
listeners- and it should be way more. Their music is loud,
and kind of angsty, which I like for nighttime. During the
day music like this would be too distracting."

Fetch the Bolt Cutters - Fiona Apple Ode to Quetzalcoatl - Dave Bixby
"As with pretty much all of Fiona Apple’s discography,
Fetch the Bolt Cutters is compelling and beautiful. It
never fails to get me up in the mornings. It has been
my top album for months. As for Dave Bixby, Ode to
Quetzalcoatl is one of my favorites for winding down.
Regardless of the song’s themes, it’s all just so
soothing to the ears. Every friend i’ve shown the
album to to has loved it.
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