“At WKCR we stand on the shoulders of giants.” When I walk into the studio of WKCR, it feels like I am entering an immortal space. The air is heavy and stagnant, and the rooms are dusty. The artificial lights and the incessant purr of the ventilation make me feel like we’re in a submarine, entirely contained from the environment outside. Elizabeth Maghakian, the station manager and a junior in Columbia College, tells me that she experiences time differently here. I feel it too.
