Hu Fang from Dear Navigator.

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Hu Fang from Dear Navigator.
The primary task here is to comb through the historical clues while constantly following the central axis northward through the uniform darkness, otherwise I will completely lose my way. There’s a good possibility that this axis already exists in our pineal glands, although right now I know nothing of it. The primary task also includes: bidding farewell not only to my relatives, but also to humanity, in entering the one-person isolation module.
Hu Fang, Dear Navigator, Part 1
SAIC's Online Literary Journal. Here is an excerpt from their "Manifest:"
Increasingly driven by the pressures of the electronic, writing at the interstices of innovation and tradition has taken on, rejected, usurped, altered, and informed its various practices as part of this changing current. Considering all of this in light of new mediums within contemporary art—which have undergone their own transformations, spurred on by acknowledgment and manipulations of the digital—we’ve arrived a strange new place that’s been around for a strange little while (an inconvenient forever?) in which the kind of things we wish to imagine through language might be able to be viewed with our own blinking eyes.