We want a kind of writing that laughs while staring into the eyes of life’s absurdity.
Anyone can write. We’re only interested in those willing to do it dangerously: not to entertain, but to unsettle and wound. Those unafraid of the emptiness in their own abysses.

Who recognize irony as the cruelest form of self-awareness, the boldest revolt against one’s own condition.
One goal: to bring life back to life. A scream or a whisper, a slap or a caress—awakening by any means from the nightmare of contemporary anesthesia. Going beyond the forced pose of excess, embracing a simplicity that cuts deep. To explore the depths where light and oxygen are absent, where the unbearable becomes hope.