All in Chief Editor's Note
The solstice is but a few days hence, and night has taken its yearly respite. It's a thrilling and troubling time for night creatures such as myself. Some are born to night, which is its own kind of sweet delight, but what's a mid-bluish night without stars?
During a bout of textural appreciation, I first encountered reference to ASMR deep in the comments of a noise upload. ASMR is also noise, but not music. One ASMR video shows nothing more than two forks scratching a foam covered microphone. There’s also a low key, sleep inducing simulated kidnapping.
2016 was an evil year, or so I’ve been hearing. ...and yet I’m not sure I feel that 2016 was particularly bad.
Some Tuesdays in March you wake up a rainbow princess bag lady. On a wet November day you may be the ghost of a drowned snail. For every other person escaping into their costume, I’m willing to bet there’s one who’s reveling in the rare chance to dress as themself.