Editors' Note

Flames and Storms conjures up a world of passion and drama. A reverence for something that isn’t, for something more, for something other.

 

Storms disturb, they are violent, transformative, they bring fear and relief and ultimately, change. Flames hurt, and yet they are light, they spread quickly and efficiently. They burn everything that is in their way. Flames are torture. A death, a rebirth.

 

Anger, sadness, hatred, pain. Joy, sensuality, love and strength. A summer of passions, of intimate words, of intense rage, of our most hidden depths. Flames and storms together are completely destructive and cataclysmic. Together, they represent the worst pain and the highest pleasure imaginable. Together, they are ruinous. And ruin is a gift. 

 

As this edition takes you on an intense journey of (self-)exploration, the Journal is also transforming. From a child, it’s moving into a space of maturity, as we grow and innovate with you, dear reader. Thank you for being on this journey with us.

 

“You will be alone with the gods, and the nights will flame with fire. You will ride life straight to perfect laughter. It’s the only good fight there is.” ~ Charles Bukowski

 

Yours truly,

Emma and Dodo