Category: Reflections

Behind Closed Doors

Did the pangs ever actually stop? Are they pangs, or are they constant? Do they hurt you? Are you okay?

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Labor Day

Put me to sleep when September starts. Also, fold my white linen carefully, please.

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Impressions of Istanbul

A country in flux; coffee shared over small, wooden tables and fortune telling.

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Telescoping Fear

We asked our stable of unstable writers to reflect on fear — personal, conceptual, metaphysical. They started with 300 words and narrowed focus and word count, by halves.

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Playing House at 18

“I played pretend at young motherhood, not bothering to correct the well-intentioned stranger(s) who asked, ‘it goes by so fast, doesn’t it?’”

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I Am Not the Übermensch

Why do we feel compelled to shut down anything that deviates even slightly from the social standards to which we have unwittingly chained ourselves?

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Absurdistan

Last night, the carrier rocket sent a special container with the sacred symbols of Turkmenistan: the flag and the unique philosophical work by Saparmurat Niyazov, Ruhnama, to the near-earth orbit from the Baikonur space center. Ruhnama is a messenger of … Read More

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On Trains

A Nass writer tackles trains, Monet, and a haunting feeling of passivity.

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Racial Profile

Before I saw a protest on the night of the Ferguson verdict, I was a cynic who idly by and did nothing but criticize as my brothers and sisters fought for change.

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Like Shooting Stars

Wherein a Nass writer reflects on his myriad relationships with music.

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Privileged Little Gay Boy

In the second installment of Mitchell Hammer’s column, he makes some nude friends.

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Only Curling, After All

“There are three types of curlers: the competitive, the prepubescent, and the beer-drinking. I have played with all three types in roughly equal measures.”

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