Crowd, chanting: Raise her dosage! Raise her dosage!
Egalitarian: I wish psychiatry was also democratic.
Crowd, chanting: Raise her dosage! Raise her dosage!
Egalitarian: I wish psychiatry was also democratic.

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…
The unstoppable train of progress has left the station. They are making it clear. Get onboard, or get left behind.
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…

How Princeton demographers laid the groundwork for India’s forced sterilization campaign.

“Eden nearly cries as she is drinking her quad-shot honey iced latte and studying photos from the Carlisle Indian Industrial School.”

Enter, and I tuck myself into the corner that remembers my outline. This is where your trance takes hold of me. Wedged between my pointer and middle, traces of dreams and feelings flurry into the wind, wisping away along a charcoal staircase warding off reality like sage in a haunted house. Continue, painted by…

“Since their first afternoon in Mexico City, she had taken to calling the neighborhood Haircut City, privately, suspecting that neither Julian nor Oscar would find it funny, or more humiliatingly, that they might find it very funny indeed.”

“You’ve never spoken to me. All those times that you looked at me, were you really looking at me?”

Dear friends, Anne Carson was awarded the Nobel Prize last Thursday, a relatively uncontroversial decision. Carson’s work has touched many of our lives, many starting with Autobiography of Red, others with Grief Lessons, her collection of Euripides plays, and certainly some have encountered her picking up the uniquely packaged Float, a striking blue box…
Dear Reader, Before I ever stepped foot in my freshman dorm, I had already followed every iteration of leftist activist groups at Princeton. From my living room, I watched how the university handled the Gaza solidarity encampment, I read reports of the 13 students arrested for occupying Clio Hall, and I stalked who followed…

“She was born and raised in a home without electricity or heat or floors, but now one of her sons was a representative in the Missouri House, the highest a Mallardian had ever climbed.”
Princeton’s fall break once served the purpose of an “election break” for students to go and vote. What should we do with it now?

“Tiny. Empty. Hole. Hole or vacant. Empty/needing. I need to check my emails.”