The air is damp with a familiar, dirty, and salty scent–the smell of cigarettes, the sea, and the concrete jungle: Oakland, California. On November 1st of 2025, after a crazy Halloween night at the local goth club, I had an 8 AM train to catch from our local Amtrak station in Fresno, to Oakland Jack-London Square–I was going to see the renowned indie rock band Car Seat Headrest, live at the Fox. My 8 AM train was far too early following the previous night, and with a stroke of genius at 6 AM,...

This November 14th marks my 8th year of first electively listening to Gorillaz’s hit single, “Clint Eastwood.” An odd thing to recall so clearly, I know. I had always heard Gorillaz’ music on the radio; I grew up with Blur, Damon Albarn’s other band, but one day, my curiosity was piqued–I asked my mom, “What’s that song that goes, “ ‘I ain’t happy, I’m feeling glad, I got sunshine in a bag…’ ” and then I promptly opened Spotify on my Amazon Kindle, and found the track, and fell in love. From...

Today, we are faced with famine, genocide, and war–a political hellscape. The news, fiction, and climate around us have darkened, and it...

Here in this house; curtains billowing in the wind, and the windows themselves, a gateway to vegetables. Yes, Dear Reader, vegetables....

|As our dear Alan wrote in our December Paper Jam, curating your own personal library, is a joy beyond comparison. I write this article,...

Last month I wrote about Bulgakov, and this month, I actually have something to say about his novel, The Master and Margarita . Would you...

If you have ever met me, you would know that the first words that come out of my mouth are " The Master and Margarita by Mikhail...

Constructivism, most notable for its blocky shapes, and having a resurgence in the 1960s during the Space Race, had visible figures,...