Author: ,

After Federal Cuts, Ph.D. student Trajan Hammonds stares down an uncertain future

At 1 a.m. in a hotel room, Trajan Hammonds, a fifth-year Ph.D. candidate in Princeton’s math department, lay in bed, bathed in his laptop’s spectral glow. An email banner swiped across his screen with the subject line: “Opportunity Deleted.”   … Read More

by , on

Nass List: Forgive me Father, for I have…

worn my heart on my sleeve turned around so fast my butt made a clapping noise  fallen off gooned  Been a freak Matched your freak Ordered a bride on doordash Been a mail order bride Been a weirdo. I don’t … Read More

by on

It Was Not a Conversation With Naftali Bennett

Thick clouds choke the sky above McCosh Hall. A few students emerge from behind the large wooden double doors. They stop in front of the door and gaze out at the crowd of protestors gathering behind a large white fence. … Read More

by on

A Gentle Thing

“The couple on the sidewalk embrace, face to face, covered in dusk. They stand so close together that the falling sun leaves the shadow of just one person on the concrete.”

by on

Drumthwacket: The People’s House

Nicknamed “The Peoples House,” the New Jersey governor’s mansion is located not in the capital city of Trenton but in Princeton — what are the implications of its geographic dislocation from the state’s citizens?”

by on

On the Steelers and making this place beautiful

The last time the Steelers won a playoff game was the first Trump Administration. Nothing’s changed. Everything has.

by on

It’s More than that Damn Phone

If the discontent people online have is due to some sense of displacement, then maybe this is what the Modernists were talking about.

by on

Dear Dad, Are You Flying?

How an actress found catharsis in a play to grieve and love her dad.

by , on

Symphysis

At midnight I woke membered to the night with violent blood and pale gashes swimming wild courses through the dark. Some blast from my dream rang shrilly over my ears like frantic veils.

by on

The Immigrant Daughter Speaks

I’m not going to force your name–– Mother → Mommy → Eomoni → 어머니 → Eomma →  엄마–– because I never called you that. I never called you anything. For all your shifts    you were the same, twisting every … Read More

by on

Letter from the Editors

It’s the last issue of the semester, and we’re mixing metaphors like water and oil: the Nass’s regular season is over but the playoffs have just begun; it’s high-noon and we’re taking a little siesta, but we’ll be back soon; … Read More

by , on

Post-Post-Modernism: Full Design

Check out a copy around campus, or view the full design here!

by on