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Farmers and Princeton Against Hunger

“Eight-hundred pounds of beautiful Arkansas Black apples later, we took off our gloves. Some wiped off their foreheads. We squinted at each other in the sun, smiling.”

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Am I The Asshole?

AITA for wanting my roommates to recycle?  By u/trashtalker This last summer I (20M) was living in Chicago with some randomly assigned roommates. They turned out to be chill. One was a foster kid, one was a wealthy Manhattanite, and … Read More

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Arts and Crafts after Katrina

If there is a God, and a moral order to the world, making a 100 million dollar donation to Princeton earmarked for the arts will not get you into heaven. Wandering through Princeton’s art museum the other night for the … Read More

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The Second Death

A few weeks ago my friend Demi sat on the floor of my dorm room. She was the first person I had seen from my time studying abroad in Switzerland since I had come back to the U.S. almost two years ago. She hadn’t changed much, though I had, and when she said in the rough Swiss German I had missed so strongly, “er het sich verhängt,”—he had hanged himself— I thought to myself in a language I hadn’t spoken in years — “jetzt gibt’s zwei.” Now there are two.

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On Potential

When I was growing up, my mother believed I was a prodigy; the only problem was, she didn’t yet know at what.

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A Valediction: Forbe-izing Mourning

Abandoning the outpost in style.

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The Phallic Fraternity

The films we watch, recorded images in motion, are brought to us by the camera’s privileged eye. The camera is privileged to “be there” when the actual moving bodies do their thing.

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Through the Haze of My Mind

One writer searches for clarity and finds mindfulness.

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Godzilla on the Page

“i am timeless! un- /
stoppable! godzilla /
on the page.”

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Frog World

“Now, imagine you are a frog and you know that all your frog flesh and frog blood is shared with your frog brothers. What kind of frog would you be?”

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Exfoliation

Each morning I watch my form reflected in the mirror

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The Nose

I feel victorious over the Nazis. I feel ashamed.

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