This week, we’ve gotten all mixed up but managed to keep our heads on our shoulders.
Mashallah, Kid!: Reflections from a Summer in a Country on the Edge
“Nobody knows where the future is. Whether it is hiding behind the staggering mosques or the Israeli missiles. Iran: toppling politely over the edge of disaster.”
Drawn and Quartered: Full Design
This week, we’ve gotten all mixed up but managed to keep our heads on our shoulders. Find a copy around campus, or check out the full design below!
Clockwise
A Nass writer contemplates time, time passing, and missing people a lot
The Hunch
Investigating the idiosyncrasies of pianist postures
God, I Love Theater: A Review of Theatre Intime’s The Harvest
One of our writers had a spiritual experience while watching Samuel Hunter’s The Harvest
Money Can
This Nass writer investigates that old maxim about the exchange value of happiness
Post fall break apocalyptic questions in the head of a freshman who doesn’t know much about anything and surely at one point thought she did
What is the appropriate time that freshmen are allowed to start being in committed relationships without being judged? Written on a ripped up napkin in the drawer of a Montreal vegan cafe table: 8 October 22 One month in Montréal and it’s finally starting to feel like home. Loneliness is part of the journey. So […]
A Friend Called Me Timid
“We talked inside for about an hour. A lot of people we knew who used to be friends were no longer friends. Afterwards, we talked for another hour in the parking lot.”
Another Episode
“Anne liked Lola’s toes and when she was born, the doctor said they were the most beautiful baby toes. Anne liked when other people told her what was beautiful. This was the beginning.”
Skeeter Peter
“Woodstock incubates the mosquitoes in the garage, which is uninsulated and hot in the summer. It’s recycling day, and he pours allotments of pond water into empty gallon jugs.”
Searching for Edelweiss
Alpine wildflowers, Simone Weil, Nara Smith, other meditations on attention
Minivan
tilted, perfectly the globe sat undisturbed on its axis the sound of stillness spoke to me being young was being free? Babi drove the minivan. Babi said it was easy un-split ends curly hair arranged itself across the glass. chills tossed my wisps into the freckled night. silly […]
Letter from the Editor
This week, something strange happened, and the only way to tell which way is right-side up is by blowing bubbles from our mouths and seeing which direction they float. How do we reorient? Per usual, we can turn towards the manifestotic. We want new forms that resist desedimentation. We want the close, the dark, […]