A useless column about the contemporary Italian literary scene.

As it says in the introduction, “we’ve hardened into bedrock-- see how our bodies dazzle in the light?” The authors look beyond the impending total oblivion to find love and hope.

It is a shape changer, an animate vessel that breathes. The craft, known as Telaraña, Tela for short, sails at the hands of five DJs for it is fueled by music.

I feel like a perpetual outsider in this world. Even in this dinky backwoods town, the alienated, post-modern, artificial, dysfunctional reality penetrates.

But I am seeking a more conscious way of growing.

En realidad, lo único que nos están pidiendo desde el 7 de Octubre es un poquito de compasión.

In reality, the only thing they have been asking from us since October 7 is a little compassion.

The Dishonorable Reverend attends a muddy Burn to make sense out of a modern ritual.

As in to say, is the party larger than the sum of its parts?

sweaty abyss of human cesspit blooms forth—

what is wrong with Burning Man is us, the people that compose this microsociety.

do eat yourself.