DEC 17-JAN 18 | In Memoriam
We called Tim our soul brother. I often told him that he was an Evangelist of Art.
by Emmalea Russo
SEPT 2017 | Fiction
I must have felt that the body was a sheet of plain glass through which my soul looked straight and clear. I was concerned mostly with filling up my mind. I wanted it to get fattened with facts and stories, with literature, philosophy, history. I wanted to have an indexical knowledge of culture. I filled myself until the sheet of plain glass smashed and I saw my surroundings through cracks.