Overthinker: We were the problem.
Underthinker: No, because we were the majority.

“When I was young, I plunged a fork through Reason’s knee, and smote her atop a hill with electrical pylons.”


“[I’m] trying to translate these moments, these kinds of stories that I want to tell, onto a plate.”

“I’m thinking, if I sit here long enough—all this professor’s time and energy and efforts will somehow culminate in my very own A paper. That’s all feedback is, right?”


“I watched these two women, strangers only a few hours before, wrapped in grief and helping each other to cope. Ecotherapy teaches that the harshness of suffering and loss can awaken us to beauty.”

Requests respectfully submitted for this cherub’s consideration.

A Nass writer looks at the newest film from Paul Thomas Anderson.

“Through my chalk drawing, I wanted to engage with the concept of fluidity and a flexible present. What if the priority was not permanence, but the process?”

In the final issue of our forty-third volume, the Nass looks for a lost bike, watches chalk disappear, and gets jazzy in the chapel.


Wherein a Nass writer visits a unique service at the Princeton chapel.

“The last time my dad broke in, he took a key to the bathroom screen. It still flaps in heavy wind.”


“But was my femininity forced on me, the only feasible result of a life grown around dolls and children’s books?”
Overthinker: We were the problem.
Underthinker: No, because we were the majority.