Revolutionary: “I truly want to fuck the framework.”
Ally: “I thought you were ace, bro.”
Revolutionary: “I meant fuck UP the framework!”

Identity and substance use collide during a boarding school drug bust

“To Colombians, he was a terrorist. But in the eyes of the rest of the world, he’s a Criminal Mastermind. The question is, why?”

“There might still be a picture of me and Sam on his fridge from that year. We’re wearing red caps, all smiles, and holding autographed baseballs in clear plastic cubes.”
The other week, a dealer–who up until this point had seemed demure and cryptically cosmopolitan in this very European way–messaged me, “In years past, I had everything all the time.” Me and my friends laughed for a while. Then, things got quiet, and we spent the evening very sober. The Nass “Drug Issue” split off…

Princeton’s newest way to fight climate change involves a lot of drilling. Are we ready for it?

The Nass wakes up and it’s spring again. Time for making movies, holding doors, and generating power.

“These days, learning a language feels particularly significant and necessary. Learning a language: a small multiplication of life in a world of multiplying death.”

A Nass writer sets out to repair an estranged relationship with reading.

If you find yourself forgetting how to breathe, do not be afraid. Leave the stones in your throat and learn to rise with the croaking loons, drifting as they do and as they have since the beginning of time. Or since the beginning of this lake. When the land parted and stones dropped down the…


Reflecting on the magazine’s since defunct Soviet Studies department with a Nass alum

Singapore, Sandi Tan’s Shirkers, and making a movie at nineteen

“As my eyes traced the fabric on the seat, I wondered what bébé Claude would think if he knew we were mingling with his murderer.”
When people say spring has sprung, they actually mean it has emerged from inside itself. Spring has ejected from its own abdomen through a lovely, vulvic little déchirure in the side. The whole thing sounded exactly like you’d think it would. A sloughing, whining sound then a slap. The spring’s lying there with its limbs…

Revolutionary: “I truly want to fuck the framework.”
Ally: “I thought you were ace, bro.”
Revolutionary: “I meant fuck UP the framework!”