Lane Watson

I observe and I make.

Not as academic pursuits but as maps of the interior. In an age of algorithms and instituional manipulation I am trying to find what is underneath all of it — the dark, primal nature of what we actually are. Not dark as in broken. Dark as in deep. Pre-noise. Original. I want to understand what it looks like to return to that, and what it looks like to build from it.

I am building something. A monthly literary correspondence arriving by mail. Original prose. Beautiful. Early modernist literary folio vibe.If you want to know when it opens, leave your name and email below.