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Ayala Tiefenbrunn


Our Deafening Silence

By On May 3, 2018

You only talk when it's useless. Words are nothing to you. Hashem created the synapses of your mind to be formulated for kedusha and you prefer the babblings of a madman in an… Read More


Artificial Intelligence Wrote This

By On April 19, 2018

What would happen if I took the past month of Hevria articles and use it as the source text to create something new?… Read More


In Defense Of Secular College

By On March 22, 2018

There is this really cool thing called conviction. It’s goes something like standing your ground when you believe deeply enough in something. I have loads of it, to a fault. Since becoming… Read More


Where Things Are Soft And Edgeless

By On March 8, 2018

i dont want to leave my bed/where things are/ soft and edgeless / like the ocean … Read More


Becoming What You Were Taught To Hate

By On February 6, 2018

As if we made up Shabbat. As if we made this school rule. As if I gave a damn if you’re shomer Shabbat or not.… Read More


7 Observations from Disney World

By On January 23, 2018

People in Disney World are kind and courteous. They are also being emotionally pampered by dozens of workers during their visit. Good places inspire people to give what they get. … Read More


Creative Minds (Part One?)

By On January 9, 2018

Sometimes I wonder if creativity might just mean your brain fires signals around in an abnormal pattern. Bridges being made over uncharted territory. That would support the all to relatable reality of… Read More


But Are They Jewish?

By On December 12, 2017

What are they trying to prove? Why are they so desperate to elevate themselves from their brother and sisters?… Read More


I Am A Creative Sell-Out

By On November 28, 2017

Making art was a therapy from feelings that I didn’t know how to express, didn’t understand... It was my crutch. But then I didn’t need it anymore.… Read More


My “Intermarriage”

By On November 14, 2017

Watching my father go through this process when I was in high-school, I knew this was my messorah. I knew I had an obligation to keep it alive, in anyway I could.… Read More

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