This week, the Nass gives into its worst impulses, partakes in regional delicacies, and watches carriages turn to pumpkins.

This week, the Nass hassles its way into a Miami club, where the room smells like gasoline and the music sounds like Dante.

This week, the Nass triumphs athletically, fails intellectually, and eats the entire lemon.

This week, the Nass surveys a hostile world, finds meaning in the senseless, and explores new ways to heal.

This week, the Nass tries new hobbies, new words, and new noises.

This week, the Nass investigates the future of art, probes at prosopagnosia, and contemplates a cure for heartsickness.

In the final issue of our forty-fourth volume, the Nass interrogates the illusion of control in the beauty ideal, attempts to translate a scandalous conversation, and cracks open the meanings of “fault.”

This week, the Nass conducts a social experiment on BeReal, predicts the next 70 campus construction projects, and determines which famous philosophers are totally like 10/10 cuties.

This week, the Nass gets its heart broken, writes fiction about disordered eating, and logs delirious entries in a Dream Journal.

This week, the Nass surveys ten movies, discovers the stories written in olive leaves, and juggles three languages.

This week, the Nass is consumed by the urge to read, finds art in the Brooklyn Army Terminal, and delves into memory.

This week, the Nass is indubitably phenomenal, as writers discuss campus infrastructure.