The End.

WORDS by ANNE LLANORA ART by MARA LI

ART by MAHEK MARKER bioinformatics

WORDS by MAXX KAUFMAN

sometimes, I wonder what’s like to occupy zero space to exist in the liminal feel nothing but for the vast emptiness around you electrified meat at best and yet, there are so many people who do not exist

I was so much braver when I knew less fed my mind what it knew best in a prison of flesh it was never about the sum of its parts or to trace a path with no completion and find nothing at its end when does the vacuum begin and where do I end? chemical machinery and incomprehensible sinew a whirring desire to know what remains disrupt the flow of blood unplug your nerves strip away what makes it real and metabolize the rest soon, it won’t know what you were and neither will you. x