Words by Willa Umansky PZ ’27 Graphic by Sam Condren PZ ’28 The face of the deep, splattered through the terrain of mini mountains that mock the cavernous desertscapes that confine them. Some mystical entity beckons the sullying of sandy colored sediment, further dragging it away from its provenance. The notable genesis site— dark, abysmal, presumably holy. Edges unsure— hesitant to declare themselves in their … Continue reading Oops, I Spilled My Water