It’s the last day of October, and the day of the dead is approaching. I can feel my own skeleton inside my skin. I can feel other people’s as well when they are close enough to touch. Maybe some time I’ll get back to that thought. For now, the wind and sun are competing for space like voices in a crowded room, and on a more astrological note, the designs of the past, however beautiful they may be in memory, are no longer in effect. Take that however you want, and know it’s intended for you and you alone to contemplate.

Since our inception nearly a year ago, High Contrast has gone through a lot of changes in terms of who we are and what we bring to you. I took a little while the other day and browsed through our archives from past to present to get an idea of the general arc that makes this review whatever it indeed is, and I feel comfortable saying that our content has definitely carried us as far as we are. Exemplary of that is the fact that you are even reading these words. Thank you!

That being said, a lot of emails and phone calls have come in over the last six months suggesting some layout tweaks. And at the same time an equal number of people expressed a certain nostalgia for our look. So, not wanting to throw anybody for a total loop, we have spent the last month developing what you see now. Kind of “same same but different” is we were shooting for. Because content and meaning are key to this project, we were shooting for a way to make it a lot easier for readers to access our the full breadth of our archives and recent articles without having to dig around too much, and at the same time keep our open feel. One of the three laws of performance states that how something occurs to you will dictate how you preform. So, we want to occur in a way which helps you perform the thought acrobatics you most desire. If you have any ideas on how we could make it smoother or more, well, more whatever you want to see when you come here, please write a comment or shoot an email.

In this fall wind, when things are pulled to the air, you can have a gift if you simply draw a deep breath of it and meditate briefly on your true identity. That which withstands any antagonism, doubt or sudden change. That which stays with you even in the storm.

Finally, I want to give a shout out to a brother, a poet and an old friend who passed away last week. He had agreed to submit a batch of poems for the review, and when a week went by without a word, I knew something was off. We all age a little quicker now Cameron. A moment of silence please, hats off.

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Now onward through the storm. -SK