The river of this issue overflows in a flash, and we bring you translations from the pinpoint of a limited income. So, roll down the window, lean forward, banter with the wordsmiths and artists. Have some eggplant rollatini, a tangled wind chime, an armful of petite-size dresses, found images.
This shine and polish are the stardust of carefree subconsciousness before we’re forgotten. During construction, subversives are welcome.
This laughing river may be sound waves, and it’s us, always in blessed motion.
