Time is a liminal space. We exist everywhere we've been and everywhere we will go all at once.
 
We exist in between moments and doorways, the past and the present. What moment do you instinctively flash to? Existence is a series of retrospections and expectations. This space is physical and emotional, uncomfortably on the verge of somewhere new.
 
Walk into that hallway, go through that doorway, see where your nostalgia leads. We are a generation on the verge and we don't yet know where time is taking us, so we must roam back to recapture the naivety and enthusiasm that once propelled us into our current future.

This literary journal is written, produced, edited, and published by undergraduate students enrolled at the University of Iowa and working with the Magid Center for Writing.