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Editor’s note – announcement
Did you ever have the feeling that you need the world to stop for a bit just so you can think for a second? Just to slow things down to give you some time to understand what is going on.
Always repeating, never the same – or How not to trip on your way to pick up garbage
Hey! Psst, pstttt. So, as I have been saying for a while now - I do not need any help. Thank you very much.
The ominous question
Fantasy is all around us. It is not just present in stories, books, movies, etc., where fantasy takes the form of a physical artefact, mostly designed to keep us entertained.
Under cinema’s spell
The realm of fantasy is a very wide one. In fact, its definition, when it comes to art, tends to depend on the artistic field. Pierre-George Castex defines it as "the brutal intrusion of mystery in real life". This is the generic conception. Now if we try to narrow it down to the cinematographic field, a film of fantasy can just as well be one of science fiction as a horror movie. The point is to build the story on supernatural elements, from the world of magic and imagination. It doesn’t matter if the result is Alien or Harry Potter, it will still be a fantasy movie.
"BrainChain" - Willem den Broeder
The Edges of Reality
Rub your eyes and check to see something edging your sense of reality
Imagining improbable things
Imagine yourself sitting outside. The sun is coming up at the horizon. You can see the clouds gaining some colours, the sky is slowly turning brighter. The birds are chirpy-duping. Some left-over party humans are returning home. You say hi. You feel the wind tousling up your hair. And, suddenly, the morning sun is getting too bright, too warm. You get off the bench, or chair, or log, or other entity you imagined yourself sitting on, and go. Where to? I don’t know. That’s up to you to fantasise about.
Letter from the editor July
Dear reader, Does it suffices to say “once upon the time” for you to guess what will come next?