Dear Readers and Writers, 

To enter the many-roomed self and escape alive or dead. To exist in a body in the night and remember to mention the sun. Made of pull and push, Equatorial Eight is us and inevitable.

Immeasurable thanks to our contributors and all who submitted—your trust makes this publication possible.

Here is Equatorial Eight.

Benjamin Faro
Editor

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