Supportive friend: She doesn’t need a mallet, she needs a mullet!
Mullet-reluctant woman: I don’t know if I want a mullet.
Supportive friend: It’s not about what you WANT, it’s about what you NEED.


One of our writers had a spiritual experience while watching Samuel Hunter’s The Harvest


What is the appropriate time that freshmen are allowed to start being in committed relationships without being judged? Written on a ripped up napkin in the drawer of a Montreal vegan cafe table: 8 October 22 One month in Montréal and it’s finally starting to feel like home. Loneliness is part of the journey. So…

“We talked inside for about an hour. A lot of people we knew who used to be friends were no longer friends. Afterwards, we talked for another hour in the parking lot.”

“Anne liked Lola’s toes and when she was born, the doctor said they were the most beautiful baby toes. Anne liked when other people told her what was beautiful. This was the beginning.”

“Woodstock incubates the mosquitoes in the garage, which is uninsulated and hot in the summer. It’s recycling day, and he pours allotments of pond water into empty gallon jugs.”


tilted, perfectly the globe sat undisturbed on its axis the sound of stillness spoke to me being young was being free? Babi drove the minivan. Babi said it was easy un-split ends curly hair arranged itself across the glass. chills tossed my wisps into the freckled night. silly…
This week, something strange happened, and the only way to tell which way is right-side up is by blowing bubbles from our mouths and seeing which direction they float. How do we reorient? Per usual, we can turn towards the manifestotic. We want new forms that resist desedimentation. We want the close, the dark,…

A pair of Nass writers look for the Original across a pair of movies that have more than a dozen sequels between them

Boo! You should’ve seen your face. The Nass’s first ever Halloween issue inside.

A Nass writer lauds the transcendent, self-escaping qualities of horror movies

A Nass writer probes at some of the more proximate fears of Princeton kids these days

Said, softly October crushes down, squeezing the juice of summer and all the faces are new fresh new Mouths fallen heaps of gloss and lips Sit. Sleep. October crushes, and leaves curl on asphalt like fingers. The leaves hurt, and the new new fresh new faces. The air stings pleasantly, like mint, like…
Supportive friend: She doesn’t need a mallet, she needs a mullet!
Mullet-reluctant woman: I don’t know if I want a mullet.
Supportive friend: It’s not about what you WANT, it’s about what you NEED.