After the Snake, the title of which evokes another Fall, is a haunting meditation on the apocalyptic landscapes that – if like Dun we have the courage to look at them – lie smoking on the boundaries of our consciousness.

There’s this TikTok trend my roommate told me about. You’re supposed to open the book on your nightstand to page 30 and read the first line. Apparently it describes your love life. Murder Suey is the book on my nightstand. In Murder Suey, page 30 is blank.

No sooner had the juggler delighted our heroes than he had left them entirely. So ends a strange and universe-expanding episode for Casper and Fauntleroy!

Ollie provides essential background on Zuggy and Kathy’s origins, as well as his own. Just as the “offical” story becomes clearer, however, we are met with a twist. Who are Zuggy and Kathy…really?

Monique Fong discusses Surrealism with Erin Hagood.

“I'll begin with setting up the image…” Greg Gerke reflects on a shot in Carlos Reygadas’s Japón

Our heroes and the mysterious juggler are reduced to a scrambled sea of shapes and sounds! Have they finally met their match? What is going on here?!

As Zuggy and Kathy touch on the sadder side of Christmas in their interrogation, a cat and a chicken muse on the more bureaucratic side of their work. Explanations are in order, and they’ve got nothing better to do!

What if I said / I will never / talk to stone / brush grown to a golden / edge needs sing all night / who care?

Jessa Crispin reflects on the 2021 Philadelphia Film Festival.

Barry Schwabsky brings us Alberto Savinio's memories of the poet and painter Max Jacob.

Juggling realities mix and combine, spreading beyond the juggler to Casper and Fauntleroy! Will they be forever changed, or can sure footing be rediscovered?

Deeper down the Christmas rabbit hole we go! Our helpful heroes produce a pamphlet to explain the strange scam that ghosts use at the most wonderful time of the year. Beware coincidences!

In my solitude / I’m stripped bare, but now / you’re here too, to some degree.

You thought this juggler was on the level? You were right! You thought this juggler was on OUR level? You were dead wrong! Transformations abound…or do they?

The plot thickens, or should we say…chickens?! From a distant van our ghost story expands beyond the future and into the unexplored realms of the imagination. How deep does it go? Only one way to find out!

Personally, I associate Satie’s work with a feeling of the aridity that Nietzsche came to value over Wagnerism — the gentle sea-breeze in the highest mountains that wafts in from some strange land and tickles the senses with possibilities of spiritual freedom.

When the class that, unbeknownst to our age, we continue to attend, truly reaches its end, night falls on the self. What’s the use of clarifying it, full of tears?

“Ah, but what if we — [gestures at the ‘painting’] what if it — were to invite nonsense…embrace nonsense…produce nonsense…even mean nonsense?”

This guy sure has a knack for juggling! Casper and Fauntleroy continue to admire the skills of a skilled performer. If you were them, you’d do the same!