mumber one
Work from issue 1
Give a man a god and watch as he becomes it. When the ancient city…
Ever since Hossein Malekzadeh turned in his visa application, any knock at the door, any…
I remember the day I got discharged from the army: it was late in May, I was on a train that carried me from a small provincial town back to Leningrad. The two seemingly endless years of service had ended and the future now seemed like one endless summer.
Lamp
Sin: winking, convulsions.
Virtue: a halo on the
tabletop. Death: a spring
hanging loose in a smoky
glass bulb.