Issue 3

Nothing matters.I doubt I will get to live to a hundred.Nothing matters.I will be forgotten a hundred years after that.Nothing matters.I will rot away and my name will be forgotten.Nothing matters.I am only one of a hundred billions who have died.That doesn’t matter; nothing matters. No one will remember “Rose,”Who was born in the 2000s,Who hated herself,And hated the world around her.Rose will be a single name among so many others.Roses wither too.I am not alone with that name.That doesn’t matter; nothing matters. I walk in the cemetery.Truly a beautiful place, is it not?Nothing is calmer than the dead.I envy…

Scary Things, like they imply, are fucking (very, for those who don’t like swearing) terrifying. Recently, I’ve realized that I have done and I have been doing some Scary Things. With that realization came the next one: that Scary Things aren’t that scary, in reality. Now maybe it’s time for me to precise what I mean by “Scary Things”. It’s an action or an event that seems huge, is very much stress inducing, and that you need or want to do/actively participate in. And, for me, you can put scary things into two categories: the Scary Adult Things and the…

The sands where a desert once lay,Now gone, soil and mud in its way. The desert the siren went, he who brought rain,Protect and aid he did, but never could he reign. From olden lands, now forgotten and deadThis man came, alongside his old friendProtectors of that land they were, now those of new,To live anew, leaving old fates behind, he withdrew. Oh but follow the anarchist, those old fates do,Perhaps as blessing or curse, the man knew not,Eldritch of old give him powers, lest he forgotWhat They could turn him into. And yet he ran, leaving friend and foe behind.Wings,…

Contrary to popular belief, improvisation wasn't created in 1977 by the “Ligue nationale d’improvisation” (LNI). In fact, this form of theatre has existed for so many years that it's impossible to pinpoint its exact origin. We can see it present at various points in history, all over the world. The LNI is considered the mother of all leagues, at least in Quebec. It was the first, and its impact was so significant that public interest and demand led to the creation of numerous leagues throughout the province. Even though the true origins of this art form are practically untraceable, its…

i'm being devoured by every memory i've ever hadlike Alice in Wonderland drowning the room out.a strange stillness. if you incline your ear toward me,you could hear the tranquillity of the flow.colours fading into waves,iridescent blue snapsuntil saltwater anesthetizes my lungs. i effortlessly swallow myself down.only eyes talkingit's silence. (they whisper too softly for anyone to hear)