Taking cues from Yale’s prolific literary community, they did the only thing two kids from the suburbs could do with their lives. They invented a magazine.

Now the single most popular submission-based humorous literary magazine on campus, Musings is the pride and joy of its co-creators. But the future still looks blindingly bright.

“The next issue could be anything,” said John. “We could make it a choose-your-own-adventure literary magazine, or something crazy like that.”

“The sky’s the limit,” added Tyler, “and I don’t mean that metaphorically. We could make a whole issue that can be folded into a paper airplane and discarded without becoming a hindrance to New Haven’s wetlands and public landfills. A sort of life-imitating-art deal.”

Esteban Morin and Michael Drapala, the true guts and cheap labor behind the magazine, were quick to point out fears.

“I’m pretty sure The Record wants us dead now, and not in a good way either,” said Esteban.

Mike’s concerns, on the other hand, actually matter. Unlike The Record. “Let me tell you about cholera. They didn’t wipe it out. I’m always on the lookout for cholera. My phone is ringing. I have to take this. Hello, sweetie? Yeah? Alright. So... uh huh. Right. You think? That’s interesting. Mm hmm. I’m... right... OK. Yes? Right. Well, of course. Do you...? Haha! Your jokes are funny. Yes, dear. OK. Is it already Tuesday? Oh. Not right now. Sure.”

And so goes the great and wondrous story of Musings Against a Train Station.