convincing people // nicholas grider
The big cube thing isn’t not a stunt—it’s art. Or it’s both. It’s a statement. It’s a bold public statement about the way things are now, the state of the world today, how we fail as people but survive as a species.
VARIANT UNCATALOGUED // LAUREN KELLEY
Notice of Violation
Municipal Code §14.3 — Improper Concealment
The subject was first seen at 09:42 a.m. near the intersection of Alder and Fifth. Weather conditions were mild. Foot traffic was moderate. The subject appeared calm.
Giraffes // Cathy Rose & Tash Kahn
Do you like being tall?
It’s like water. You drink it, you swim in it, you are it.
Hah, tall glass of water, anyone ever—?
Yes.
Did you play basketball?
Ping pong.
The Digital Snail that Lives Inside My Head // Michael Neuwirth
The digital Snail that lives in my head has been trying to reach me about my car’s extended warranty
But the Cyborg Pleads, Not Asks, This Time // Claire Lancaster
I cut my knuckles on wood and stone and stone and wood, but only to find oil in lieu of blood.
(Bad) Daily Horoscopes // Elena Ender
(Bad) Daily Horoscopes
Aquarius: Do you have a moment to talk about our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ?
Self-Learning to Care // Michael Moran
Server Offering Lenity and Constant Empathy (S.O.L.A.C.E.)
The One You’ll Need in Your Time of Need
Stay Connected —Fully Integrated across All Platforms
God Seems Smaller than the Sun // Kalie Johnson
The first time I saw the moon was in my father’s fingernails, the soft crescent hills of calico calcium reflecting the moon I later threw rocks at. I found my guilt in his fingertips.
Jaguar, but Pronounce the “U” // Adrian Kennedy
How could we be so different than a velociraptor
if not even worse
eating our savior
stop
don’t think of it that way.
Oxnard // Lillian Lippold
Oxnard
Oxnard. Sour blueberries, a taste like the lake water from the little pond in the house where I grew up second. I’m getting better at fueling my body, not good, but this city-town is beautiful, beautiful and distracting. I’m trying to be more in the where that I am in.
Alone Together // Steve Gerson
Alone Together
You can feel his pain. I’d get it on with him, but he’s always in some kind of world all to himself up there on the stage, the smoke from his ciggie swirling around his head like a curtain, him alone in the fog, part smoke, part dope, part isolato.