FORTUNAS
BIANNUAL PUBLICATION ISSUE 57 JUNE 2026
Because on the day I existed I looked down, not at my feet, but at my rectangle"
Above the village, in a cave on the lush slopes of a dormant volcano, dwelled an old, old man. His eyes, it was said, were always shut, for he slept year-round in the cavern."
That book emphasised for me how much hatred the world is capable of and how we need to ensure events like those described in the novel are never allowed to happen again."