Sophomore rushee: I don’t have to shower, I’m just going to Kappa.
Overheard in Witherspoon
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Names for a blackened stove
Hear it this evening, rusted lace fingers and remnants of dirty flame. It has a large mouth, though never eyes on that gaping face. Sings with empty room voices: oil and metal, dustrag fumes, wood polish shallows. Groan when the rain starts, red weeds itch behind the house. A voice…
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Surveillance State: Full Design
This week the Nass is on the lookout, and there’s nowhere to hide. Grab a print copy somewhere on campus, or check out the full design below!
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The Crybaby
“She never quite found the words to explain it, but her tears didn’t come from a place of empathy—rather, they reflected something missing inside her.”
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Soft Spots
“He wondered if this was the closest he would ever get to her and if that was such a terrible thing.”
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“You’ve got to stand up”: Kenneth Roth on shaping the future of human rights advocacy at Princeton
The warm glow of lamplight flickered across the wine-colored walls of Kenneth Roth’s New York City apartment as students trickled in, their gazes landing on the framed sketches lining the living room. Unlike typical works of art, these drawings—etched in crayon on simple white paper—painted a tragic yet powerful report. Sudanese children, displaced by war,…
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Pearly Whites
As my pearly whites crunch into the powdered sugar, chew it like thick, hot sand, as my tongue melts it to stained glass, as I pray to baby Jesus sucking on his lollipop, as his first molar waits to come in it looks around the gums and sees sheep, wise old men, myrrh, screams, as…
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Nuclear Winter: Full Design
There’s a war on bad magazines, and we’re waging it full-force. Find a copy around campus, or view the full design below!