A recent experience I’ve had has renewed a part of my spirit. The landscape of this particular publication is changing, from a random scrambling of eggs to a field full of chickens. Laying eggs. IDEAS, the eggs are the ideas. The eggs are a lot of things. There is so much friggin’ symbolism in an egg it’s outrageous. Perhaps I’m the only one who takes such creative inspiration and life-feels out of something you put ketchup on, but I’m hoping that isn’t the case.
There will always be things to say about eggs. Here, we will find a way to say them.