The Shaft
Trapped in a luxury hotel air shaft, two men debate God and Being, and what they discover inside drives everyone mad.
Rituals & Mythologies
Poetry and fiction from the liminal spaces.
Good dog
I guide his hands towards my breasts, my ass, allow his dick to only knock gently on the entrance of my cunt. Easy, easy, I whisper.
Your golden hair, Fatemeh! Your greying hair, Masoud!
The regime publishes the ID numbers of the dead. Mohsen Namjoo sets names to chords. Let’s see which archive survives longer.
FART SCHOOL
The Rietveld Academy killed this book for being too free. Years later, we resurrected it to prove that institutionalized art deserves a proper funeral. † † †
The Map is not the Territory
DROELOE's work turns symbols and rituals into a weapon against your beliefs. He invites you in and then quietly removes the dancefloor.
LSD beneath the tongue’s alarm
They dream about her quiet touch. For men, one faith is always enough.
You Kissed Tina & I Cringed
I kissed her back with the hesitation of a broken record, skipping on the same sweet lie. Just one more hit!
Introspective Retrospection
Get an exclusive sneak-peek of living legend's Harry Merry’s upcoming anthem lyrics.
Cause of Death: Economic Growth
My body starts to burn and tingle. My lungs filled with acid and asbestos...
The Unsafe House Expelled from Basel
American nudist exposed her cunt to the perplexed Swiss security guards.