Always Autumn Hoplophobia By Autumn Wright • July 17th, 2024 In the great tradition of obscuring the true big bad of its story, the ostensible antagonist of Chainsaw Man is a compelling kaiju.
Always Autumn The Worst Case Scenario By Autumn Wright • June 11th, 2024 It’s worth asking whether people in the past thought they lived at the end times. It’s worth more to realize that despite the recurring sentiment, we do.
Always Autumn When the Fire Falls From on High; Or, the Meteor Is Not a Metaphor By Autumn Wright • October 10th, 2023 Comparing the animation in scenes that appear both in its 2020 reveal trailer and the final product, it’s obvious that three years of something bad happened to Goodbye Volcano High.
Always Autumn A Golden Halo That Could Be the Sun Part II: The Ones Who Stay and Fight By Autumn Wright • July 13th, 2023 What does it mean to be born of the dead?
Always Autumn Last Night I Went to a House Show By Autumn Wright • June 13th, 2023 Folded arms, cold gazes, straight couples dressed like they wanna be at a club in Williamsburg, which is to say “Kind of gay, but don’t be mistaken.”
Always Autumn A Golden Halo That Could Be the Sun Part I: Whose Apocalypse Is This? By Autumn Wright • February 9th, 2023 What does the beauty of a world born anew look like from the depths?
Always Autumn There are Decapitations By Autumn Wright • November 10th, 2022 Too Many Cooks is at once an absurdist comedy sketch and a critical cautionary tale, full of pastiche referents like “relics of a time that we long for but shouldn’t return to.”
Always Autumn Another Meaning of the Words By Autumn Wright • October 12th, 2022 The alphabetical arrangement of Alaska for Looking brings attention to the nonmaterial components of text as a mode, and to the construction of the novel as a form rather than material object.
Always Autumn Realism, Reality and the Real By Autumn Wright • September 13th, 2022 A statement of intent.
Always Autumn …the History of Me By Autumn Wright • July 5th, 2022 I was merely a college graduate dropped into a crippled market and a housing crisis, fleeing towards the suburbs of south Florida. It was not the land, but myself that felt alien.