Andrei Filote

It is just and beautiful for friends to part when life, as it always does, presents a fork in the road. When that moment comes, we will not call it a betrayal, nor will we beat our breasts and howl, nor will we pretend that everything will be the same. No, we will feel something precious when we say goodbye, for the joy of having known each other will be proven in the bittersweetness of our parting. Pyre is a game about organizing such moments, and fiercely battling to make them happen.

This is a feature story from Unwinnable Monthly #184. If you like what you see, grab the magazine for less than ten dollars, or subscribe and get all future magazines for half price. ——— The final dishonor of life is when it abandons principle in order to continue. When an organism has exhausted all its resources of community, friendship and inner strength, it will finally be compelled to die. Human life seldom chooses death, sometimes it prefers collaboration.

From the old world comes a heritage of beauty and a heritage of hate, and on us falls the reckoning. Every age creates the next, pictographed in bloody definition, as the mother births the child, who must be washed clean of the mother’s blood and shit. Living history surrounds us; we are making its monuments. In the past this could take the form of a gothic cathedral, its heights a symbol of the heights of god and church, its marble dug out of a Roman quarry.