Text Box: ISAD IS ABOUT. . . seeing a darkness, acknowledging its presence, and, furthermore, walking towards it. It’s about representing the shadows in little corners and the slimy creatures under rocks. It’s about sharing a nest with those who feel emptiness, with those in empty nests. It’s about dying, and not wanting to die, and being afraid of death, but knowing, eventually, you’re dead. It’s about small penises, little tits, and flat and fat asses. It’s about falling in a hole and getting out and falling in the same damn hole again. It’s about killing your neighbour’s family and finding they taste good. It’s about dreaming about revenge and waking up still a loser. It’s about working as a part-time dishwasher, for minimum wage, after having graduated, because hierarchy and competitiveness don’t interest you and art is your life. It’s about fighting against your reproductive system because you’re a control freak. It’s about being an apologetic asshole. It’s about accepting that there may not be hope, a brighter future, happiness. It’s about seeing a pretty rose and not ripping its life line out of the ground because you wouldn’t want that done to you. It’s about suicide by ulcer. It’s about sleeping as little as you can because you understand you’re running out of time. It’s about trying to beat the system through the awful effects of narcotization. It’s about crying and being all right with it. It’s about you and me and them. It’s about every fucking tear shed since the formation of life. It’s about feeling—everything. Damien Bailey Editor

I See a Darkness

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