Our latest issue is here, and I’m in kind of a weird place as I write this. Thanks to wild spring temperature swings and an antique residence that struggles to adjust itself to them, I am wedged on a child-sized purple sofa in the upstairs playroom beside a resentful cat, who admittedly was here first, because it’s the only comfortable spot in the house at the moment. It’s a narrow room with an angled ceiling and a floor that tilts enough to send any spherical object on a swift and tumultuous journey to the eastern baseboard. This combination of unexpected proportions and angles infuses the space with a slight uncanniness, a sense of being someplace that is an imperfect imitation of reality.

It’s not a bad a vibe for collecting my thoughts on issue 132, which brings together some of our favorite things: folklore, trinket nostalgia, invertebrates, poop, flea markets, and inexplicably tiny things. The beautiful and unsettling cover art will pull you in for a closer look. So settle into some peculiar corner of your own world and give it a read.