Issue 018

By Stephen S. Schreffler Look at how helpless he is. Scraping against the steel door. Poor human. Sad little Demitri. He was supposed to be my burning bush, wasn’t he? Now look at him, pounding awa...

By Rich Larson It started off so small: a micrometeorite the size of a clenched fist, plunging undetected into the dusty belly of the Gobi. Now the Spiral is visible from orbit, a massive organic l...

By Eliane Boey The comet scoured a red tail overhead for half an annum, before news finally reached us that it was the quinquennial supply ship, going down in a solar storm. Cheer lifted off us and...

By Derrick Boden I died under a spore-glutted sky, my diminutive face pressed to the scrapyard storm drain, behind the factory where they build the needles to stitch the city back together. Through...

By Malena Salazar Maciá No one stopped me when I reached the door. I thought I saw tears on Clara’s cheeks, but it was a trick of my visual implants. She was stretched out on among her toys, star...

By Rob Carroll German philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche once wrote, “The end of a melody is not its goal, but nonetheless, had the melody not reached its end, it would not have reached its goal eithe...

Art by Eva KosmosFeature by Rob Carroll Eva Kosmos is a concept artist and illustrator who looks at the future the same way she would a bowl of fruit: as a collection of shapes, silhouettes, colors...

Art by Sylvia StrijkFeature by Rob Carroll The visual beauty of Sylvia Strijk’s artwork is undeniable, and her talent and technique are extraordinary. But it’s her mastery of style, theme, and moti...

By Olly Jeavons “Now we are one in everlasting peace.” —Radiohead “Exit Music (For A Film)” OK Computer