no love, however brief, is wasted.

 

this is a mantra we repeat to ourselves as we find our closest friends fading into fond memory, faces blurring in a sepia haze. in some ways we are told to be grateful for all that we remember, a blueprint for your actions, a torch brightening the paved path to the future. but there is love to be found still, even if you are the only one who can remember it. all that we are is an outstretched hand, a scream into the vast expanse that we call a universe asking: do you remember?

 

we do.

 

and with this intention to preserve our memory, fossilised future and amber hued love stories, we present to you: issue four. a recollection of what has been, what is, and what could be.

love,

sanj and ri