Dreamer: In my dream, my mom sliced my head open with a hammer/knife and then we were running around everywhere, and my head was just bleeding, and I was happy. I didn’t like it.
Overheard in group chat
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Nass Recommends: Voodoo (2000)
Voodoo reaches into a rich past to forge an even richer future. It’s a record that enacts the contradictions at the heart of its genre: neo-soul.
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In the Margin
“The curling ends of cursive letters reach toward something that is impossible to grasp. The problem is evident on the page: there is always a space between one thing and another.”
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Purgatory is in a West Village Walkup
“It was one of those topsy-turvy Wednesday evenings in New York when one feels like they’ve fallen through a manhole and landed in New Amsterdam: when everything feels offputting and unusual in occurrence.”
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If this is a paradise / I wish I had a lawnmower
If I don’t write soon, I will become an “Ex-Writer”, and where will I be then?
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Varasani and her worn heart
“Every city has a heart. Unheard but never voiceless. Unpolished but never dirty. A thief you can call by her name.”
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Vignette on Lychees
“When she closes her eyes, the sun remains a white spot in her vision, and she can romanticize the eye damage.”
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H.R.1.’s Local Impact: Beyond Higher Ed
H.R.1, known by many as Trump’s “One Big, Beautiful Bill,” promised higher taxes on college endowments and has pushed private universities like Princeton to cut budgets this fall. But looking beyond the university, some of the bill’s greatest impacts will be felt by New Jersey’s public education system.
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Submarine Story
“He reached out again to the metal, which seemed to bend out towards him too, its soft surface embracing his hand once more. The chain rang out again in the cold, cutting wind, which swirled around him.”
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Narrativization
“Behind my chest-thumping bravado and my snarling, reactive solipsism, it was apparent that I had reached a nadir: consumed by my own suffering and all of my ineffectual attempts to ‘better’ myself, I had begun to lose fundamental parts of myself.”