since time immemorial, man has dreamed of a magazine with short stories that he could take to the toilet instead of his smartphone. now it exists.
the name came to me while in a halfway state between waking and dreaming. and ironically, that’s more or less what hypnagothic means, when traced back to its protoindoeuropean roots.
the magazine needed a logo to go with the name and i had none until my wife and i had an unexpected adventure that involved having to walk along the basin of a stream for three hours or so. it was very tiresome, but it was also beautiful, and one aspect of that beauty was that lots and lots of damselflies flew everywhere around us all the time, and they landed on branches bending over the water and we got to see their delicate features up close, and sometimes it seemed like they were posing for us, languidly flapping their wings, just showing off really.
