in the end, the city doesn’t owe you shit. it just sends you home looking worse.
A piece that makes you wish you could buy prestige, and then makes you wish no-one could.
Righi returns to a familiar territory of filth and people he doesn't seem to enjoy the company of.
an unusually sensitive piece for unusually insensitive magazine
One of the few good sequels, a miracle from our resident poet.
sink into a sinkhole culture and make sure not to look down
David Zaum gives his thoughts on Liberal Zionism, weaponised spectacle, and the art that keeps it pretty
Stubborn Smiles is a photo essay about just how much more young people care about themselves than the outside world. They might just be right.
An immensely serious review of London Fashion Week. Maybe.
Described as a miserable story by others and a fun romp by the writer, RUNS is sure to make you feel something.
A travel log of Prague in summer, none of which really happened.
Francesco Mandelli (assisted by the photography & translation of Sofia Rothe) debuts his poetry for Vox Nauseum
The first Vox Nauseum music release: texture over polish, sound over matter.
The album “Adieu, Police!” is a corrupted transmission from the past where beauty begins to glitch.
Nearing the end of his psychosis, Sokolov spins a lucid thought
An epistolary short story that is actually quite long. A residue from a bygone era.
If you also reminisce about the time you ate oysters, you'll adore this short story.
someone’s getting shaved, someone’s getting crucified, and someone’s pretending it’s poetry
David Zaum gives his thoughts on Liberal Zionism, weaponised spectacle, and the art that keeps it pretty
A piece that makes you wish you could buy prestige, and then makes you wish no-one could.
Stubborn Smiles is a photo essay about just how much more young people care about themselves than the outside world. They might just be right.
editor's picks
David Zaum gives his thoughts on Liberal Zionism, weaponised spectacle, and the art that keeps it pretty
an unusually sensitive piece for unusually insensitive magazine
in the end, the city doesn’t owe you shit. it just sends you home looking worse.
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