One month of Entropy is a lot of faces, a multitude of color, a blending of discourse, immeasurable, infinitesimal, a bazaar of masks. It’s neon doused in grunge, gaming fused with literature, art subverted as pop music. There are warnings and love letters and reviews of philosophical anomalies that are as simple as an inverted 1+1 amounting to infinity. It’s a dance, a frolic, a ceremony, a funeral, a birthday, a commemoration, a courting chase, and a hunt. Billions of koalas are on strike, wielding pickaxes and electric drills in an asymmetrical march to the drum beat of cloned woodpeckers that want better quality of trees. Only the trees are being decimated by the farts of metaphysicians demanding to know if Berkeley’s conundrum is rendered obsolete by the globalization of audio flatulence in the hollows of malodorous sporangia. Spores infect all of our editors with discontent as they seek nirvana in animated short films and conceptual operations at the edge of hope. The aesthetics of Mona Lisa dissolve into poets who sing in lyrical stanzas about The Last of Us and other gaming odysseys. A month is a moon swallowed by a Roman god and random variegations of weekends and weekdays bunching up like an acropolis meetings for addicts, blues country rotgut, VHS tape museums, Ubu Web machinations, the space of poetics, and geeks we’ve been comicking on.
When we started Entropy, we weren’t sure if we were going to have enough content, much less what kind of content we were going to get. Never could we imagine the variety, the creativity, the boldness of so many of the articles that have been submitted. Our goal wasn’t just to create another literary magazine, but to carve out a new space, a globular microbe pushing the plasma membrane on the fringes, a symbiotic mitochondria pumping streams of rejuvenation into the rough endoplasmic reticulum of film, art, literature, and drunken writing. Thank you everyone for making the first month of Entropy such an incredible one. We wouldn’t be able to spread the literary chaos without your collaboration and your eyes converting the light of our solar explosion into the electro-chemical impulses we call Entropy.