Emily Gorcenski

The waxing of a crass and pandering moon, of pantomime, a frictionless night, a night where nothing dared, nothing gained, a night of shutters and locks. These are the dark ages, ages of embarrassing the future. There is a shame here that penance cannot satisfy.

The waxing of a crass and pandering moon, of pantomime, a frictionless night, a night where nothing dared, nothing gained, a night of shutters and locks. These are the dark ages, ages of embarrassing the future. There is a shame here that penance cannot satisfy.

The sturdy, empty shelves, the blue hyperlinks to nowhere, and a generation lost must be lost because profit cannot be taken from an idea. I think of the mimeograph machines stuck under the floorboards of the Saladera Nosh houses,

The sturdy, empty shelves, the blue hyperlinks to nowhere, and a generation lost must be lost because profit cannot be taken from an idea. I think of the mimeograph machines stuck under the floorboards of the Saladera Nosh houses,

The sturdy, empty shelves, the blue hyperlinks to nowhere, and a generation lost must be lost because profit cannot be taken from an idea. I think of the mimeograph machines stuck under the floorboards of the Saladera Nosh houses,

and the punks and the whores who copied radical zines in the public library Xerox machines, and the Yugoslavian Galaxia, and the novels now considered some of the greatest of all time once banned for obscenity. In Ceaușescu's house, the original TV remains. The revolutionaries didn't bother to steal it because there were only 30 minutes of broadcast TV each day.

and the punks and the whores who copied radical zines in the public library Xerox machines, and the Yugoslavian Galaxia, and the novels now considered some of the greatest of all time once banned for obscenity. In Ceaușescu's house, the original TV remains. The revolutionaries didn't bother to steal it because there were only 30 minutes of broadcast TV each day.

and the punks and the whores who copied radical zines in the public library Xerox machines, and the Yugoslavian Galaxia, and the novels now considered some of the greatest of all time once banned for obscenity. In Ceaușescu's house, the original TV remains. The revolutionaries didn't bother to steal it because there were only 30 minutes of broadcast TV each day.

In the crepuscular light, birds dare to sing even though they know the cats hunt below. In Vilnius, there is a tile in a square. They say if you make a wish and spin around it three times, your wish will come true. At this tile, a human chain formed and spanned three countries and they sang.

In the crepuscular light, birds dare to sing even though they know the cats hunt below. In Vilnius, there is a tile in a square. They say if you make a wish and spin around it three times, your wish will come true. At this tile, a human chain formed and spanned three countries and they sang.

In the crepuscular light, birds dare to sing even though they know the cats hunt below. In Vilnius, there is a tile in a square. They say if you make a wish and spin around it three times, your wish will come true. At this tile, a human chain formed and spanned three countries and they sang.

We'll be right back.

We'll be right back.

We'll be right back.