Category: Reflections

Hallway

“Still, I see strength, even under the camera’s gaze. Maybe I want to imagine that their strength will find its way to me.”

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Being Fed Up Is A Privilege

“…he could never have seen the Haitian man as a human being with a history, dreams and aspirations. He had been trained to see him simply as the object of his violence.”

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Lawn Parties and The Gentle Wisdom of a Hardcore Punk

A rumination on the dos and don’ts of moshing.

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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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Sontag and Ancient Egypt

Upon a visit to the Met, a Nass writer considers the notion of experiencing art without analyzing it.

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A Sprained Ankle and Two Princeton Plagues

A rumination on campus culture and personal pain.

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On Imperfect Apples, Mosquito Bites, and the Consciousness of Worms

“I like to believe our small acts make a difference, or maybe I just want to be a savior.”

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In Defense of Sports

Wherein the writer defends one of our greatest national obsessions.

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My Korean Medicine

“Just sit back and surround yourself with the stories I have to share about acupuncture, cupping, and pricking.”

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Dogflesh

“There is one conclusion then: these are not dogs barking in the street. If they were dogs, I would not be afraid.”

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On Hurt

“Out of hurt comes new matter, a brilliant and bracing kind of wholeness.”

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The Life and Times of Anthony Veasna So

A look at the late writer and his posthumous debut story collection.

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