kenopsia, n. the eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that should be bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet—a school hallway in the evening, an unlit office on a weekend, vacant fairgrounds—an emotional afterimage that makes it seem not just empty but hyper-empty, with a total population in the negative.

(from the dictionary of obscure sorrows) 

At a time when America has elected Donald Trump as president, when people are still casually sexist, when feminism is still a dirty word, we try to write about hope.

We try to write about magic. More fiercely than we ever have before.

More powerfully. More angrily. More beautifully. More messily. More ugly.

I’ve eaten a breakfast of gunpowder and a handful of stars.

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