Illustrations by Sieskja Albertine
We have a very fun announcement to make. This is regarding one of our original series, that has attracted a very healthy following…
The long-awaited sequel to our steampunk adventure series, HOLLOW FIELDS AND THE PERFECT COG - Coming May 2015!!
Just a small teaser, not the cover. We’re very happy to bring back this amazing series and hope you all look forward to it! —CC
the tree across the street, through the window of the coffeeshop,
is in a perfect Halloween morning state,
a last few withered leaves clinging to its perfectly outsplayed branches,
the sky is overcast, a chill wind sweeps across the street, and I’m wrapped up in my favorite cabled sweater,
and I can’t help but think,
what the hell?
yesterday it was still only summer.
"Depression is stupid and not a thing that makes me a better writer. One time I went a whole year without writing and I stayed in bed and drank. Fuck your Bukowskisms. I want sunlight and love and running down some street I’ve never been on where it’s warm and cool at the same time and I’m smiling. I want nothing to ever be bad again- and I don’t mean that I want a life free of conflict, I mean that I want a life free of meaningless conflict. Not being able to will oneself to take a shower or leave the house is meaningless. There is nothing to be gained, no lesson to be learned from that kind of life. My heart is stale, my prose is stale. Give me fire if you want to hurt me. Give me something I can taste. There’s nothing romantic or mysterious about where I am. There’s nothing here worth holding onto."
okay this is one of those assignments you’re kind of embarrassed to put your name on, and it’s way too early in the semester for this shit, but I don’t even care anymore (can we please just get to the syntax already?)
the kind of unfortunate thing is that I probably would have enjoyed this class a lot more, like, sophomore spring? (which I think is when I first thought about taking it. ah well.) because freshman me would have been pretty excited about field work. but current me knows (or, has deluded myself into thinking I know) what I like, and why do this when I could be doing that?
note to self: never, ever, leave phonology until the night before. remember to leave plenty of time for hating yourself and/or recovering from brain pain.