It’s the day of the devil and you ride it out you can’t cower at times like this, it’s now that
you let your horns shine. Timidity doesn’t suit you hovering three feet over the sidewalk
in broad daylight not caring about glaring strangers. You’re finally out and proud.
They’re writing graffiti on your wall. it’s the wall you dreamed about all those years. You
have three working ladders only one actually works but you get used to it, Climbing
outside the walls on to the rooftop laying on your bac...

2020 has made the idea of travel seem like a dream, just like the fantasies promised on the cover of a garish brochure. Living in the time of covid-19 and being confined to our homes while Space X pushes forward towards the moon, perfectly encapsulates the irony of our times. The distances we now travel make us all feel remote, as we move in feet instead of miles. In a quest for exclusivity and authenticity we take ourselves farther and farther to more absurd lengths to find the least travelled,...

From the introduction to The Reservoir: “What does it mean to build a life in common at the end of the world? The crises in which we find ourselves living – constant, and newly surprising – require us to be present for each other in all kinds of ways. And yet the system in which we live wants to keep us distracted, plugged-in, doom-scrolling, and separate. Woodbine, a physical space in Ridgewood, Queens from which this publication was born, was founded, in part, as a means to create that presenc...