We all know where we’ve been: in a desert full of desserts. Volume VII was made remotely, in between protests, zoom calls, and spilled tears. Sit down with us as we reflect on our world suddenly filled with absence, one giant Dali-esque melting clock, and see whether or not we will mention the day the world broke.
We’re cooking for four, five, six people. Making what? A cake from a dreaming woman. Before riding on Anne France’s motorcycle, watch out for red diamondbacks and Picasso the dog. I can feel a change coming, an intimacy that can't be faked. We don’t live in a country, we live in a language.