I arrived early and promptly kissed the ground. I heard a man
play Nick's saltwater harmonica on Granville, took a walk, bending
slow circles of neon across Hastings, smelled the sadness mix
with saltwater on Carrol, and traced the spine of the North Shore
mountains with my fingertips. Home.
For those who didn't know, Forget has been publishing
from Japan, not Saskatchewan, this past year. Dig it. But we have
returned. For good. Now we are Alice Munro from Paris. Better.
Currently the inbox is stuffed with questions. They will all
be answered in good course. Be patient. You will have to be. For
those who fed me while I traveled down Kobo Daiashi's paths, I
thank you. You've kept me warm. And although you will likely never
see my face, because that's the way I like it, we are finally
together. However, the song remains the same. We. Will. Not. Be.
Miguel C. Strother
is the Editor in Chief of Forget Magazine.