Proof of existence!

Streets named after assassinated Aztec emperors inspire a sense of doom for a once-collapsed society, and the exposed electrical wires hanging from the buildings seem to agree.

It started at a tailgate; two friends, buzzed under the Texan heat dome, and a conversation about starting a business together. It would take almost a decade for the aromas of their Napoletano flan and pork-fat tortillas to imbue local markets with the familiar-to-many scent of home cooked food, their business realized.

“The hallmark of the modern mind is that it loves to wander from its subject.” This fatal flaw of “wandering,” the human desire to play hide and seek with our own ideas, is not one of fiction.

Truth, deep-seated within each one of us, finds its own way of expressing itself. For the late Austin artist and musician Daniel Johnston, it manifested through personified ideas in his imaginary – and perhaps very real – scattered world.

During fashion week, the backstage crew is like a hive mind. From makeup stands to model dressers, seating charts to Run of Show boards, all hands are on deck.

On a West Campus lamp post facing 24th St. hangs a scan of a diary entry. Some bypassers walk past it, not noticing it above another poster looking for a band drummer. But others stop to read it, and the anonymous writer is heard.