Just a Little Deeper: Full Design
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the life and loves of a hopelessly unromantic artist
“i bit your fingertip. you tasted like cigarettes and irish whiskey and sweat—discordant, utterly unamerican, addictive.”
Two Days and Two Nights
“Not long after that we realized there was little else to do where we were, so we stood up and headed out, us two boys stumbling through the cold night behind Mary.”
Piece by piece, Korea Comes Back Through Jeanie Chang’s Clothes
From East Meets West (2021) & Metanoilepsis (2025) to Hôtel Tassel (2025).
Nass Recommends: Voodoo (2000)
Voodoo reaches into a rich past to forge an even richer future. It’s a record that enacts the contradictions at the heart of its genre: neo-soul.
In the Margin
“The curling ends of cursive letters reach toward something that is impossible to grasp. The problem is evident on the page: there is always a space between one thing and another.”
Purgatory is in a West Village Walkup
“It was one of those topsy-turvy Wednesday evenings in New York when one feels like they’ve fallen through a manhole and landed in New Amsterdam: when everything feels offputting and unusual in occurrence.”
We’re All Born Naked
Harry Gorman and Ellie Diamond have inspired the Nassau Weekly to start its own drag career… we are henceforth known as Narcissa W. Eakly. Wait, scratch that. We’ll workshop it.
If this is a paradise / I wish I had a lawnmower
If I don’t write soon, I will become an “Ex-Writer”, and where will I be then?
Varasani and her worn heart
“Every city has a heart. Unheard but never voiceless. Unpolished but never dirty. A thief you can call by her name.”
Letter from the Editor
Dear reader, They say that to be radical is to grasp things by the root. But we’re digging deep, and all we see down here is dinosaur bones, rusty sewage pipes, and clumps of microplastics. We haven’t reached the bottom of things yet, but there’s still time to keep going. We often analogize our […]
What I Heard about Gaza
After Eliot Weinberg’s “What I Heard About Iraq”