The upcoming, action-packed features we bandied about last issue? Peer into the hopper and you’ll see them there, impatient and waiting, delayed but not abandoned. Our travel agent blames winter’s freeze. Our astrologer blames Ophiuchus – the zodiac’s new constellation. We tell them all to keep calm and carry on; day-to-day drama is our raison d’être.
In the meantime, the issues keep coming: now up, 11. We like the number eleven, its base plus one more, or one left over. We feel a familiarity – the one more looking forward, the one left over looking back, because winter and the new year divide us in two. We sit by the window watching the afternoon wane, looking to the future, and into the distance as darkness falls, until all we see is our reflection.