The Interstitial strives to curate intelligent, insightful, and thought-provoking pieces about what it means to be human. We bring our readers a distilled view of the complexities, contradictions, and edges of humanity across all genres.
My brother and I on the floor Christmas Eve wait and watch the television loop of a fireplace glowing in someone else’s home.
Our two-bedroom apartment beyond fences and sprawling yards have foggy windows that blur the horizon, the frames all taped with foam insulation.
The square screen of flames and embers guides us back. We recall a show our parents watched about astronauts watching home movies on VHS tapes while floating in space.
So we sit like homesick astronauts, fighting sleep and counting our days among the stars, starved for fresh air in our tiny capsule, spying on someone’s living room as if it were our own, on this beautiful night on earth.
The Interstitial strives to curate intelligent, insightful, and thought-provoking pieces about what it means to be human. We bring our readers a distilled view of the complexities, contradictions, and edges of humanity across all genres.
