Personal finance guru: “I might just sleep all day so I don’t have to pay for food.”
Sage Lakers fan: “Mamba mentality.”

Documenting some of the spookier mysteries that psychically afflict this Nass writer

“He wondered if his body felt cold when she touched him. If she could sense the disconnect of his skin. If she could tell that even with her hands on his chest and her legs between his, they weren’t really touching.”

Essays, interviews, and scary movies about the horror of menstruation

TO BUILD A MONSTER Synthetic taste, algorithmic broth, and neural-net nuggets stitched together. No human input required—just sit back and let the bots cook up something… alive? INGREDIENTS 4 Full skeletal remains 2 Embalmed corpses with all organs attached 1 Bucket of slaughterhouse animal parts Alligator clip wires OBJECTIVE Despite technological advancements in…

An invocation of the psychoanalyst’s “uncanny” to take a hard look at costume-wearing beyond Halloween

“At some point lightning flashed big and bold across the sky. It was the first time in forever that the sky was anything other than that neverendin’ black, and I had to close my eyes to keep from being blinded.”
It’s absolutely true that this is the first time we’ve ever run a Halloween issue, and for a magazine as historically elaborate and artifactual as the Nassau Weekly, it’s a sort of mystifying reality. We scoured the dread tomes that compose our archives–all except for one moldering lockbox situated between “Naked pictures of Michel Foucault…


We need to arrête all of this liquid: bridges lawns psets towels gmail caffeine with the face of a dog barking in the north courtyard alongside teeth digging into flesh like that subtle ascent of adjectives you called psafe on because everyday is comme ci comme ça let us turn…

After zooming out this afternoon that held focused possibilities like a hand reaching into the backlit arteries of a bokeh I filtered my reflections through your shutter and tore off Fuji film rolls from your skin still considering supposed leaps of faith, oh that stupid obsession of yours, the way Wong Kar-wai …

“The motto of metastasis is ‘saving humanity from humanity.’ He claims that metastasis is a necessary process, ‘a way for individuals to shed their old selves and evolve into something greater.’”

“Simeon stuffs a cool mint Zyn under his top lip. Is he lost? I ask him what his favorite movie is. Anything Woody Allen.”

A Nass writer tries their hardest to beat or maybe just to live with Peter Singer’s selfishness argument.
I’m often reminded of the Nass EIC under whose honeyed and analgesic administration I worked as a staff writer my freshman year. This guy who studied comp lit and sat in the leather armchair that the Nass houses in the corner of Bloomberg basement beneath a Jesus yard ornament and a shelf of course books…

When one thinks of a ‘game,’ hears its notes playing and effects sounding, Like a pot smashing or a brick bashing, When one smells a game, The cellophane of a case, or the rubber of an analog stick, When one touches it, feeling that red cap, that blazing helmet, that fluffy puff of pink, So…
Personal finance guru: “I might just sleep all day so I don’t have to pay for food.”
Sage Lakers fan: “Mamba mentality.”