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Letter From The Editor
Dear friends, I don’t have much to say this week. I’m thinking about the atmosphere, the pollutants in it, tangible and intangible. Thinking about how we’ve been sick in the head making the air make us sicker. This has been a daunting week, and, yes, I don’t have much to say, so here’s a list…
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SOAPBOX: We Ugly Tourists
Are we, in our tacit approval of the aspiration to work on AI, ugly tourists?
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Invitation
I invited you to my small home; no, offered it. Since that event you have reneged on our friendship: our friendship built on a swarm of commonalities, familiarities, till the pesticide— the pesticide of consciousnessclassconsciousnessclass difference consciousnessofdifferentclasses, consciousnessofclasslessness—came. The buzz of the fridge, the whistle of the radiator, we listened together, we shared this Harlem…
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Mirror Thoughts
First line taken from Allen Ginsberg’s “Kaddish” strange now to think of you, once a smooth face with saucer eyes, brown as the chocolate chips mommy would put in your pancakes. she made tiny, island-shaped bites that your little hands would snatch—the same five fingers that used to grab hers to cross the narrow…
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The Shape of An Empty Vessel
“Lately, it seemed like nothing was within her control. Everything beyond the room’s four walls felt impossibly vast, a world that had grown more crushingly colossal and labyrinthine with each passing day.”
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NASS RECOMMENDS
Sophie O’Connor Nass Recommends: The West Wing My name is Sophie, and I am a Sorkinaholic. Which is to say: I have spent the better part of this fall break gorging on Aaron Sorkin’s The West Wing, arguably America’s most famous political drama television series. The show is, by all accounts, total propaganda. The characters…
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The Secret Lives of Community Auditors
“The three auditors described sitting in class and learning as an immensely joyful pursuit. Sue said that they go to class just to ‘absorb whatever we can learn.’”
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At the End of the Pasture
“A flock of birds circled overhead and disrupted the cloudless sky—Eddie did not waste the time to look up and see that they were crows.”
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Letter From The Editor
Dear friends, Two years ago, we ran what we claimed then to be our first ever Halloween issue, which I can’t believe, mostly because the impending All Hallow’s Eve consumes all without asking, and insists that you attend to it, even if you planned to stay at home and ignore all the festivities. You…
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SOAPBOX: Imagining the End
The unstoppable train of progress has left the station. They are making it clear. Get onboard, or get left behind.
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half-dreamt crossword
Across Down 4. my silken hands inherited callouses from sunken dreams 2. I do not notice when thorned nails sprout from my budding fingers 7. my tight skin spies into what I have forgotten 8. what my body longs to remember under too-bright interrogation 1. entering, off-center, into the self that I can’t…
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Emergency! Emergency!
How Princeton demographers laid the groundwork for India’s forced sterilization campaign.
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February 11th
“Eden nearly cries as she is drinking her quad-shot honey iced latte and studying photos from the Carlisle Indian Industrial School.”

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