Letter From the Editor I am not ready for the real world or a life of placid acceptance. I do not want to experience the joys of cubicles, mortgages, and student loans. I am bored of the same old places and the same old faces. I want the unexpected. I am ready to meet you. I am ready to see you, feel you, smell you, and touch you. I do not particularly wish to taste you. Yet. I want to wrap you in red velvet. I want to explore the different planes of consciousness. I want to shout out to you over the expanses of someone else’s fatherland, hear the echoes take over and claim it for our own. I want to fight against the armies of Wei and make friends with a daydream generation. I want to walk between sunlit trees on a Sunday while holding your hand. However, I am just the emboldened messenger. I deliver the cries of every soul within envelopes torn open and hastily taped shut. I bring you an open invitation to journey with no destination in mind. You may not be ready to know me, but I am ready to know you.
Spectrum Literary Arts Magazine: Spring 2006
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