SYDNEY JOSLIN-KNAPP

– identifies the Midwestern soul as comedically bound to heaven’s gravitational pull. Unable to escape the selfish moral pressures required to achieve a divine resting place, the pressure rests in our soil, grows inside our crops, and seeps into our bones. And yet still, it may not be enough to avoid damnation. The absurdity of the quest and the uncertifiable results are reason for delirium and good humour before despair, though it always lingers.