Soft-spoken philo-bro: I’m trying to cut back on the caffeine. 300 milligrams a day was feeling risky.
Chatty gay: And how much is in that yerba mate?
Philo-bro: Only 200. It’s about the tapering.
Overheard by the tables in that long hallway in Dillon
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Prayers for My Homecoming
“Sometimes my body just wants me and I give her me. Then we are good to each other: the wave rushing toward the shore, crashing violently, then retreating back into herself.”
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Ice Cream for Two
“I remember thinking, wow, isn’t this so picturesque, isn’t this so magnificent, isn’t this so exquisite.”
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The Lurker
“I ran away from home because I thought I wasn’t special and my parents were trying to make me special.”
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Losing a City
“Regardless, an aquiline parasite lived inside me, compelling me violently with its bald-eagle talons to wage psychological Revolutionary Warfare against my own best friend.”
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How to Visit Home from a Movie Theater
A Nass writer reflects on her family’s connection to a recent film.
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Supernovae
“Sometimes it would end with go to your room but sometimes it would end with why are you so angry? and that hurt a lot more.”
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How Many Beasts
“When we pull up to Auntie’s in our blood-colored minivan, Olly is definitely gone.”
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APIDA Issue – Full Design
This week, the Nass highlights a range of voices across the Princeton community in celebration of Asian American and Pacific Islander Heritage Month.
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Letter from the AASA
An introduction to the Nass’s APIDA issue written by the Asian American Students Association.
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What’s in a Name?
“My name exists in a space that holds a history so long I can barely fathom it, all glossed over with a nice coat of Americanization.”
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Weaving the Narrative Fabric of the Korean Diaspora: A Conversation with Min Jin Lee
A Nass writer profiles the bestselling author of Pachinko and Free Food for Millionaires.
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In the Third Generation…
“I slipped my sleeves up my arms and stared out the window: no view except for myself, and no warmth except for the burn of the water.”
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Ars Poetica
“Brought back to the smooth oil, our skin so platonic in the bathroom light. / Enough secrecy for love, enough ugliness for comfort.”