In the year 2065, before the autonomous rule
of the machines made space travel
impossible, a small band of us gathered
together by the flickering light of the
fires glow to warm ourselves over the
burning books where once the libraries stood
and discuss literature, which was illegal in
those days, but an infraction of such small
proportions and so inconsequential that we
had little to fear. Warplanes screeched over
our heads and in the distance we could hear
the rumble of bombs dropping and tanks
marching forever forward as the third and
final World War was coming to an end. Most
of us were hungry, threadbare, and
terrified, but we marshaled our resolve long
enough to discuss Lolita and Less
Than Zero and Midnight's Children,
and soon we were no longer afraid for our
words and our memories had freed our
spirits, not to mention that human life had
devolved into such a meaningless and
worthless experience that losing one's life
no longer seemed such a great tragedy,
compared to facing another day of political
tyranny.
We asked ourselves then, if we could go
back, which things we would change.
True, many of the aspects of governance in
the early part of the 21st century were
discussed, and plenty of blame was assigned
to the increasingly similar political
parties which eventually merged into one
house before the war on terror escalated,
but also the failure of average citizens to
actively participate in political
institutions and make their voices heard
over issues of personal liberties, freedom
of speech, and inalienable rights. We also
discussed how the literature of the time
seemed to have grown more and more diluted
and commercial, how the rise of homogenized
and non-offensive niche fiction had
contributed to the erosion of the creative
spirit in the country as a whole, leading to
a world where only the blandest forms of
entertainment were allowed to be expressed,
where sitcoms and movies about television
shows and tabloids became the only options
available to those seeking information.
We vowed to send this message back to our
former selves, via such time honored
channels as drug induced hallucinations and
fortune cookie warnings, intentionally vague
and filled with broad generalities, as well
as through such lowly technological means as
witchcraft and sorcery, aura cleansing Xanex
enema's, Satanic backmasking, and lastly by
modifying the Google tool bar to function as
a time traveling virus capable of a
telepathic reverse osmosis. It was all very
complicated, far too complicated to fully
explain here, but it was well worth it, for
our message was of the utmost importance.
Our message reached our younger selves, who
have put together this site, to effect a
radical change in the dominant paradigm by
unleashing a torrent of incendiary fiction
upon an unsuspecting and zombified nation
who have only recently learned how to read
largely because of J.K. Rowling. Writers
featured on this literary webzine all share
the same virtues, they are largely unknown,
amazingly talented, and will one day be the
next giants of the literary world.
Thank you for taking the time to read this
and find out more about us,