“if it is too hot in ergastulum turn the fanon …
Tomorrow will never come
at least not as expected
but, we could become it”
Catherine Okoronkwo, Bilie Na Ntụ / Rise from the Ashes
Natalie Bennett, Change Everything
Izzeldin Abuelaish, I Shall Not Hate
Brian Blanchfield, Proxies
Snackbox II: Snack to the Future, ed. Aaron Kent
Edgar Pangborn, Davy
Jorie Graham, [To] The Last [Be] Human
James Joyce, Ulysses (this may be here a while)
To love is merely to grow tired of being alone: it is therefore both cowardly and a betrayal of ourselves.
Vicente Guedes (Fernando Pessoa), The Book of Disquiet, trans. Margaret Jull Costa