This Issue

From the Editors

Volume 45 spoke with a roaring spirit, bringing us from esoteric Providence art scenes to contentious bike lanes, from macabre farmsteads to unionizing cafes, from the Pink Tide to outer space. We couldn’t be prouder.

We spent the evening tinkling, cobbling, soldering DIY merchandise. Previous evenings we’ve taken naps in locker rooms and eaten dinner apart. But each night is a communion in hours forgotten, a whittling of words, despondent reactions just, open-mouthed, bleary-eyed rumored love and then finality. Hit submit –> print.

We don’t know if this third-floor room (far too warm in the winter) will remain in use, but we know that words can be carried into other cities, along the fibers of time. We may not be able to bring our many sets of 10 print copies with us where and when we go, but we—like those before us—will always be somewhere, sometime, poised at each instant to share the Indy with you. -SJC