tap into quixoticism, dreamscape. explore a language you can-

not yet understand. hazy memory, yearning, wonder.

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There is a kind of seeing that happens before seeing. Before the

consonants rip of your tongue. Before you remember the name

of your first pet. You are standing in a backlit doorway, at the

edge of water, in a city whose language moves through you like

lighter fluid; you reach towards it, because it is natural and it

feels natural.

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That reaching— the bewildering feeling of searching for some-

thing unknown — is at the core of issue three.

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The four movements you move through are not chapters so

much as weather systems. We are interested in the view at

dusk, at the precipice of sleep, from a train window overlook-

ing whatever it is you hope to receive from these pieces. Wit-

ness, what remains, elsewhere, the threshold.

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We welcome you to read this issue slowly, and think about

what it is in the teenage spirit that creates such beautiful, be-

wildering language.