This week, the Nass hassles its way into a Miami club, where the room smells like gasoline and the music sounds like Dante.
Dylan is the New Dante
“More than anything, Dylan and Dante share an unbroken sense of pity for the ‘ill-begotten souls’ of hell. Both in the position of outsiders looking-in, this subversion of time, space, and reality is what makes hell so mystical, and this carnival of characters is what makes hell so unsettling.”
April Showers: Full Design
This week, the Nass hassles its way into a Miami club, where the room smells like gasoline and the music sounds like Dante.
The Personal Politics of the Draft: Nass Recommends Toni Morrison: Sites of Memory
What we can learn from a literary giant’s process of creation.
On Memories, the Olfactory, and Untimely Death
Minutes before death, a writer reflects upon his life in smells.
My Clouds
A writer finds comfort in movement.
wearing weighted blankets
first semester, i read and wrote and p-setted, claimed dual residency in forbes and ncw so i could eat until my mouth and stomach begged “no more,” got home everyday to lovely humans who never fail to make me laugh and that hasn’t changed since second semester. but second semester, i’m wearing weighted blankets […]
things i could remember
blue cheese root beer jukeboxes servals william howard taft blue footed boobies whale sharks hash slinging slasher triple trapeze john wayne gacy the movie baby geniuses 2015 four loko gold crossfit delta 8 ipod nano (on which I once watched the movie baby geniuses) meat lovers pizza roller skating suspenders my aunt’s birthday squid the […]