Athlete, discussing his friends: Who’s touse and who’s bouse?
Overheard on Goheen Walk:
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The Elephant in the Hungarian House
“Uma sensed someone approaching—a short man, old enough to be her grandfather, in an all-white ensemble. “Would you like to dance with me?” he asked with the forward politeness of a smooth talker who knew how to get his way.”
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Tape Recorder Seance
Whether or not I press play, the tape rattles on; some days, I just hear it in my mind— wandering about by the side of the road, looking, out, out, for a nice place to sit down and witness the reservoir’s slow metamorphosis into sludge. Other days? No. Other days, I pull out The tape…
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The Freedom I Found In “No One Lasts Forever”
On the one enduring truth—everything changes, everything ends.
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Equinox
Lightning and thunder reassert themselves in static blinding booms. Boom. Storm shorts out the grid, so together we hunt for batteries. In the sudden blackness, I scour and squint until you become a soundwave streak of yellow twitching unlike an insulated wire. Jagged nerve. Warm. Salt crust spills from our cheap, plastic shelves…
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This Street, That Man, This Life: Full Design
Pick up a copy around campus, or view the full design here!
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Letter From The Editor
Dear friends, Change is in the air. All stones are unturned. Feeling a certain itching to explore. Fixtures seem like illusions now, walls seem eerily thin. Doors are deceptive, words are viscous. Oratory was invented for dubious matters, but we try our best not to lie in this magazine. This street holds its secrets like…
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The Fugitive Bird
“I could see its lonely gray body clearly now; it was a heron. We stared at one another for a long time.”
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THE FRAUD
On May 13, 2026, Princeton alumnus Ford Graham ‘86 was sentenced to 33 months in federal prison for orchestrating three investment schemes. His criminal charges only scratch the surface.
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What I don’t understand is the beauty
From here the mountain looks like moss, but there are worse things that could look like moss. Bodies, for one. The first time passing most things, I did not know they could be looked at. God, I was so proud. I thought I was pure movement. Like I could prove the world’s ugliness…
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GRANDMOTHER’S WISH
“Mira giggled without looking at Grandmother in the face. She looked like a child angel, her face haloed by the light that shone through the open front door.”