292 is about fleeting souls, the lingering aftertaste of food from Ferris, the space between your fingers when you’re holding hands with someone, the 2 train, and the time you sneaked onto the roof of Hogan. 292 is an explosion.
292 is Hurricane Sandy’s alter ego, arriving without invitation and with intent to destroy. It’s Medea’s and Achilles’ rage combined, mixed with some Machiavelli and a little too much wine.
The 292 is an excuse to do whatever you want with your creativity; with your free time; with your money. Sometimes at Columbia, we forget we have these things. This publication is a reminder that we do possess these options. Sometimes, in larger amounts than we imagine, and the 292 is a reminder to use and maybe abuse them – within reason, of course. We are Columbia students, after all.
So, welcome to the 292. Or not welcome. Either way, leave your fears at the door.