I thought it was just the beginning, but it turns out it was the end of something, of what I'm not too sure. It all feels so hazey... it all feels so lost.. so hazey like hot air rising off of asphalt and feet red and raw from running and running in freshly cut grass. I see the horizon but I can't quite make it out. I think I'm heading there but maybe I am just lost. Feels I can't grab a hold of anything, the memories are even changing. Everything... keeps changing...
What is Purple Haze?
Well, we don't really know.
But we made the feeling into a magazine
Is this a daydream?
am I your daydream?
In Brindy's words...
This issue is about dreams and consciousness. It is based on memories and nostalgia. As I am pursuing my future and moving ahead regarding studies, travel and even self-reinvention, I am looking back on my past with reflection. From songs to films to photographs to books, I am gaining a sense of nostalgia, causing me to analyze and remember memories I haven’t imagined in months- maybe years.
