This week, the Nass goes back to the clay.
Animal Kingdom: Full Design
Pick up a copy around campus, or view the full design here!
Letter From The Editor
Dear friends, Antoine Roquentin stared at the roots of a tree and thought about his own superfluity, denied and generated simultaneously the concept of existence. My own mind is a little limited in comparison; I stare at something I hope to understand and, over time, my thinking degenerates. I wonder how my dog with […]
The Political Bug
Why Princeton neuroscience professor Sam Wang is running for Congress.
Proof of Life
“Since then, I’ve begun to feel slightly disturbed, certainly more so than I used to, when these flashes of the outside world get through the gates. An antennae had sprouted out of my skull, sending surges of electricity through my nerves whenever it detected an aberration.”
Noble Lessons From Airplane Nuts and Washi Tape
On the emergent qualities of ubiquitous things.
I Let Myself Fall
“They will dig at our bones as we did the dinosaurs’. And when they find yours and my bones twisted up in each other, they will create a great creature out of us.”
The Soul Before Style
From the universal lettering of Bauhaus to Gaga dance, on art as silent revolution.
Wind Runs Through It
Contending with tragedies, one at a time.
Cherry
“Without telling her mother, Antonia bought her first Summer Fridays after a tanless summer spent marinating in a boardwalk Pizza shop with dough-crusted fingernails and a horrendous lime green apron, getting tipped in pennies and the occasional seashell.”
Chats
“Suppose Father had gone to heaven. Wasn’t he born there, then, again? Every birth, thus, was a death. A death from nothingness.”
Surviving Suburbia: Places Worth the Uber
In suburbia, there isn’t much to do with your friends other than going out to eat, and unfortunately I’ll be stuck in my hometown until the ripe age of 22. But that does mean that, having lived in Princeton my whole life, I’ve amassed a solid collection of worthwhile food spots. And before you ask, […]
Still Race
A burgundy ant scampers along an iron windowsill, weaves manically around bits of old dust as if they’re skyscrapers. Dust picks up, sometimes, when the train car door opens. Makes me sneeze. Take a bite from my organic wrap – hand-packed the way my mother does it. Her mother would wrap grape leaves around loaves […]