It’s 1p.m., and the sunlight is casting its hue against Randolph Hall, cascading shades of apricot and Princeton orange into the Cistern....

A glass bottle coke rests nearby still dripping from the cracked blue cooler I scooped it out of.The gravel makes a rumbling sound under...

Closer to midnight now and the ache of time breathing echoes through an unruly chorus of the house shifting her body and drifting into...