![]() It isn’t often that one gets the perfect frosting to cake ratio. I keep going, vigorously searching for the perfect bite. It is sweet and fluffy and best in small portions. My time at Buzzsaw has been a lot like cake. Sometimes dark, sometimes sweet, sometimes hot, sometimes cold, sometimes rich with flavor, sometimes just glorified water, Buzzsaw let me become a person in which thinking, writing, and community could come together to make something robust, necessary, and apart of my daily life. 5 AM production nights, scrambling to gather pitches, working with writers to find their voice, running out of magazine money, and being a part of a family that I didn’t know I needed all fall under the umbrella of the unforeseen tragedies and pleasant surprises that constitutes Buzzsaw. I suppose the drama of watching a messy miracle unfold and reveal itself is a reason why issue after issue for the last four years, I have been a part of Buzzsaw. Like getting ready in the morning after oversleeping your alarm (not once but twice) and somehow making it on time (or without getting reprimanded), this issue, this magazine, and this group is nothing short of a haphazard, almost-never-happening, absolutely coincidental miracle. ![]() When the edz came together to pick this theme, we did so quickly, panickedly, and yet despite all odds- thoughtfully. ![]()
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