We have always been already broken.

Eleven years ago, we started S/WORD with the idea that sometimes we are slanted, sometimes upright. A nice, unround number, two lines that never intersect. A fitting place to bend.

S/11 will be our final issue. Nothing lasts, but we hope good art, like all that we have received in these pages, will linger a little while longer. Pause and play. We press, on and off. Candles in binary. At least for a while.

(Some reassembly required.)


To all our readers and makers, thank you.