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At the Nexus of Almost

Running out the clock on a life before 20.

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Thorn

“Her swiping was formulaic. As the ratio of inked to bare skin–the share of pierced to unblemished–increased, so did her interest. She wasn’t attracted to them, necessarily. She was interested in the way they altered their bodies to mark moments in their lives they deemed significant.”

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Existential Economics

Exploring how Trump’s destruction of trust hurts us all.

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namo buddha

the other night i dreamed of a door that opened to a hill on a hill with one thousand prayer flags tied to the trees and the sun burning the earth making your lips shine iridescent with spit or something … Read More

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Hot Topic

The pitches and pitfalls of Princeton’s plasma lab.

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Quiet Soul

I am the empty stadium in your dreams, warmly lit by orange peel flowers, domes flaring. My flesh swells in Quiet bloom.   To see the infinitive ceiling while it’s dry, I jump into the hole  of the Joyceian dog’s … Read More

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Postcard of the Ritual

Who are rituals meant for, and why do we care so much about them?

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My Other Half With That Thy Gentle Hand Seized Mine I Yielded

“I lay back in the heap of cords, which spawned and propagated from a bud, a navel, the hub of the Mimir, which still ran hot and loud a few minutes into the cooldown protocol.”

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Letter from the Editor

Dear Reader,   Certain scholars have said that we need new literary forms to accurately reflect the anxieties of this generation. If you’ll indulge us in a navel-glance, this week the Nassau Weekly searches for a physical form that better … Read More

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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

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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

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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

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