You’re a particle of a person on a smidge of a planetSpinning around and around in control and in entropyHoping it must mean something, hoping you mean something— — Jules Hoepting, "4 a.m." She reached out towards the ever-shrinking sliver of light, her hand reaching for something long out of reach, as everything faded to black. — Syd Strong, "Siren Song of the Frozen Woman" The ignorance will hurt you further thanthe wrongs you have carved into your soul.Yet you both stand on a ground full of debris. Their warning means nothing. — Emerson Stein, "Among the Cards I Accept My Fate" Read the print issue.. ..or dare to enter the rooms. All of her lessons will be pressed into me like a vinyl record. — McKenzie Lohmer, "Ode to Vinyl Records" Bottled sanity for $14.99 a month! — Terra Zook, "SUPER MEGA PARASOCIAL" I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine. — Eleanor Wilson, "Like Clockwork"