Category: Reflections

Jeff Bezos Launches Us to 1892

A Nass writer meditates on staggering levels of income inequality amidst excesses of wealth.

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PG Teen Rebellion

“We have a report of three men running out of the forest and chasing a vehicle, one of whom was wearing a trench coat and a hat.”

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Leaving Nassau Hall

There is a part of me that wishes I could say I walked into Eisgruber’s office boldly, that there were no hesitations.

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We Added 200 Strangers on BeReal, and We’re Never Opening the App Again

“Hypothesis: people our age around the world are alone during a significant portion of their waking hours. And hypothetically, BeReal is the perfect observational device.”

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All the World’s a Stage

Getting tickets was a nightmare—the chances were slim to nothing. One in a quarter billion. But somehow, the odds worked in your favor. Seems pretty arbitrary, if you ask me. You were offered a front row seat under one condition—you would stay for all of it.

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Persimmons of another tree: a transfem’s song of love and rejuvenation

“When I say room I mean this space that contains me. / When I say this space that contains me I mean I fill this space. / When I say I fill this space I mean this space is my body.”

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No SWUGs

A senior woman deconstructs a controversial epithet: Senior Washed-Up Girl.

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What We Learn From Hong Kong

While I am crowded into the park with my Hong Kong friends, awaiting the moment to begin our procession from Causeway Bay westward to Central, I wonder: Why is it that I, a black American who does not even understand Cantonese, who has lived in Hong Kong for less than one month, am out among the crowds supporting the protests?

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Everyone except for the dinosaurs

Samuel Bollen on Dinosaurs.

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Scenes from Petey Greene (Part 2)

The classroom always has a smell. It’s because there are too many bodies for the space, grown bodies, breathing and milling, restless. Too many adult men looking like tea party guests behind children’s desks, legs spilling out from underneath. The … Read More

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Yellow Afternoons

“There were always guava and mango, grapefruit and lychee. But, above all, there was always mother.”

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The Literal Deadline

It it is January 14th, Dean’s Date. You are hunched over a 500-page anthology of Russian Literature, writing your final paper. The deadline is in 2 hours and 18 minutes and every second counts. You ask yourself, why?! Why did you leave these hunks of textual meat in the oven until the last possible second? Why do you always wait until the deadline?!

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