Fearful fun-seeker: “We can’t go to a dive bar. What if somebody asks me to arm wrestle?”
Sympathetic friend: “That will probably happen.”
Fearful fun-seeker: “Fine. Let me get a pump in.”

This week, the Nass investigates the future of art, probes at prosopagnosia, and contemplates a cure for heartsickness.

In the final issue of our forty-fourth volume, the Nass interrogates the illusion of control in the beauty ideal, attempts to translate a scandalous conversation, and cracks open the meanings of “fault.”
Fearful fun-seeker: “We can’t go to a dive bar. What if somebody asks me to arm wrestle?”
Sympathetic friend: “That will probably happen.”
Fearful fun-seeker: “Fine. Let me get a pump in.”