Nassau Weekly

It’s the last issue of the semester, and we’re mixing metaphors like water and oil: the Nass’s regular season is over but the playoffs have just begun; it’s high-noon and we’re taking a little siesta, but we’ll be back soon; the curtain is falling on this volume’s first act, a cliff-hanger that leaves your heart…

At this time in the year, one starts to think about escape — a dreamy kind of escape, from stuffy rooms into warming air and budding trees; and a more wishful kind to cope with the sense of unravelling that mounts as things continue to fall apart. Our writers have escape on their minds this…