“By the time you finish reading this letter, you will have realized that there is no actual conception of the self. There is no “you” and “I.” There are, however, a bundle of sensations that we experience: that day we met outside my family home in Berwickshire; the way you cried ever so deeply when you found out I was an atheist; how repulsed you looked after you discovered I had scurvy. I love you, and these moments make us who we are. I may put the “Hume” in humor, but this is no joke.”—David Hume
Please send your poetry(up to 5 poems per submission) and fiction submissions on the theme of “Letters” (1000 words max), with a 3 line bio to. firstname.lastname@example.org by January 22nd. For online publication on February 26th.