Returning from the Street: What did she say about you?
Perceived Aristocrat: She said I don’t seem like someone who would mingle with the poor.




“I had an itinerary for running away, and I was behind schedule. The sun was catching up.”

“Displays of public indecency jolted me more than I’d like to admit. Living in the city this summer, I felt I was experiencing patriarchy as I had as a little girl—as something new.”

Spontaneity escapes me, I swim in fear of unlikely tsunamis, or phantasmic beasts. I swim with a raincoat on, protecting my words from the world. My ears tinged with the muffled sounds of laughter. My body quaking under the temple of thoughts I’ve built. I find myself in a canyon of…

“Adapting Marx on capitalism, a character in the film notes that ‘Kenland contains the seeds of its own destruction.’ Well, so does Barbie.”

“And yet, God introduces Adam and Eve. Around them, creatures dance and indulge and huddle and purge. Birds shit humans. Dying men fart birds. He treats euphoria and terror with the same technical perfection, blurring the line between a familiar Earth and an alien world”.

A Nass writer seeks closure for Each Kindness, a children’s book without a resolution.



“The smell of age-old dust rushes towards you, as you look and imagine how many were forgiven for their trespasses. Against whom?”

We are in the magic-room, as she is calling it. I write that down. She is cute and funny, even now. But of course she is. She calls it a sanctuary. I write that down too. My mom is working so hard On making this place beautiful. She is not here. …

Recently, my email account has doubled as my journal. I can’t stop writing emails. Not the usual, 10-liner, meeting set-up emails, but lengthy, rambling, floods of words in which I entirely reveal my personal vulnerabilities to recipients I have never met before. My subject line: “Advice for a Graduate.” My goal: to gather the instructions…

A Nass writer details the struggles Muslim students face using university restroom facilities.
Returning from the Street: What did she say about you?
Perceived Aristocrat: She said I don’t seem like someone who would mingle with the poor.