Subject of this week’s fever dream: post-colonial cuisine, scrapbooking, and sexual fantasies of our lord and savior, Jesus Christ.
Letter From The Editor
Dear friends, Wildfire haze has made this summer season one for spectating. Two hundred and fifty American years came and went, a milestone received passively, if willingly. In our first issue of the semester, I am happy to report that new contributors refreshingly shift our focus. Something about summertime makes me want to […]
Exercises in Scrapbooking
On Bolivia, and the practice of pruning one’s memory.
Nass Recommends: The New Museum
Returning to a Lower East Side home for contemporary art.
tonsiled & Venetian Ceruse
tonsiled the slug of your body lies dead upon the floor; it squirms for a funeral without a casket. I make a bad Schrödinger joke: my cat died but did it ever exist? should I […]
On Health, Colonialism, and What it Means to Eat
On fried, sweet, post-colonial Indonesian cuisine.
The Elephant in the Hungarian House
“Uma sensed someone approaching—a short man, old enough to be her grandfather, in an all-white ensemble.
“Would you like to dance with me?” he asked with the forward politeness of a smooth talker who knew how to get his way.”
Si Deus Nobiscum, Consume Eum
On erotic fantasies of Christ.
Tape Recorder Seance
Whether or not I press play, the tape rattles on; some days, I just hear it in my mind— wandering about by the side of the road, looking, out, out, for a nice place to sit down and witness the reservoir’s slow metamorphosis into sludge. Other days? No. Other days, I pull out The tape […]
Goodbye, Golden-Green Leaf!
A Nass writer on leaving—a place, an identity, and Sanna, an endangered Cypriot Maronite language.
The Freedom I Found In “No One Lasts Forever”
On the one enduring truth—everything changes, everything ends.
Equinox
Lightning and thunder reassert themselves in static blinding booms. Boom. Storm shorts out the grid, so together we hunt for batteries. In the sudden blackness, I scour and squint until you become a soundwave streak of yellow twitching unlike an insulated wire. Jagged nerve. Warm. Salt crust spills from our cheap, plastic shelves […]
