“Under the snow and ice, its color was an uncommon yellow—or maybe a faded orange. Its shape was oddly industrial. I couldn’t determine the make or age. None of the climbers on that day were wearing a parka that color. Was this someone from a later expedition? How much later? How long had I been here?”

“Kaw-naw-nay-sgee. That’s how you say your name, Spider, in Cherokee.”

by Issui Ogawa, translated by Camden Hine 1 “The next customer is ready,” my assistant called from the waiting room. The young man entered the interview room and looked around as I rose from

by Amanda Weiss Dear Reader, Welcome to HIVEMIND Volume 1 Issue 2: Japan x Future. Our second issue explores Japanese visions of the future, American visions of Japan, and all of the intersections, homages,

by dm armstrong Mia couldn’t sleep on the plane. The call from DOD last week had been cryptic. “You’ll be traveling soon, is that right?” “Giving a lecture in Lisbon,” she’d said. “It’s been

by Issui Ogawa, translated by Camden Hine 1 “The next customer is ready,” my assistant called from the waiting room. The young man entered the interview room and looked around as I rose from

by dm armstrong Mia couldn’t sleep on the plane. The call from DOD last week had been cryptic. “You’ll be traveling soon, is that right?” “Giving a lecture in Lisbon,” she’d said. “It’s been

by Edogawa Ranpo, translated by Yeu-Ann Huang, illustrated by Emerson Barrett Image Content Warning: Blood Music played by Sofi Sanders The patient slowly woke up from the anesthesia and saw my face.  Thick and heavy bandages were wrapped

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