In this issue, we have stories of uncertain identities, as characters find themselves lost in dream-like settings. And a poem in which a blank page seems to refuse words and even meaning.
too many things left unsaid/ words fold into themselves
在沒有時間的Hotel California,Isa成為我的時間。
In the timeless space that is Hotel California, Isa becomes my time.
It was a strange road. Endless dark night no matter how far I walked.