Issue #01 | Echoes | Summer 2018
note from the editors
Echoes exist in hollow s p a c e s.
The deep abyss of the canyon.
The yawning stalactite-toothed cave.
The valley between snowy mountain peaks.
Wherever we conjure them, echoes tend to make us feel alone in a vast expanse. More often, our everyday echoes ricochet around the spaces in our lives in simpler ways, like through the aged photo of someone no longer living; an old song that leaps into our mind, time traveling ...