Two years ago in late September, I sat outside on the swinging benches near<\/span> Everything was dying. Everything was changing.<\/span><\/p>\n And here, now, I think about that moment and remember how many other areas of<\/span> I am finishing this semester writing my English Senior Seminar paper, which speaks<\/span> We write to enchant ourselves of the past. We write to remember. And sometimes<\/span> In this issue of Euphemism, we have selected pieces from which authors work to<\/span> While the sweetness of remembrance is what we hope, we also recognize the<\/span> Everything continues to change; the leaves fall and join the earth to be recycled<\/span> Kati Fuchs<\/span><\/p>\n Editor-in-Chief<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Letter From the Editor-in-Chief Two years ago in late September, I sat outside on the swinging benches near DeGarmo and Fell and watched the sunset. Many thoughts and feelings were swishing through my head as I watched the leaves swaying in the trees and joining the swirls of the wind. How could a season such Read More<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":81,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-94","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/20-1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/94","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/20-1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/20-1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/20-1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/81"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/20-1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=94"}],"version-history":[{"count":10,"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/20-1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/94\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":573,"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/20-1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/94\/revisions\/573"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/20-1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=94"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nDeGarmo and Fell and watched the sunset. Many thoughts and feelings were swishing<\/span>
\nthrough my head as I watched the leaves swaying in the trees and joining the swirls of the<\/span>
\nwind. How could a season such as fall be so beautiful and yet, at its core, remain so<\/span>
\nbrutal?<\/span><\/p>\n
\nchange, besides the seasons, have been in constant movement over the years.<\/span><\/p>\n
\ninto our very real human experience of forgetting. As humans, we forget, and we<\/span>
\nremember. Like the season of fall, these two elements contrast with one another, yet build<\/span>
\nhow we perceive ourselves and how others perceive us. The stories we remember and the<\/span>
\nstories we forget shape the succeeding moments of our lives.<\/span><\/p>\n
\nwe write to forget.<\/span><\/p>\n
\nenchant you, our readers, with their own memories. They paint a scene, a picture, an<\/span>
\nemotion into which you are permitted entry. With this, they hope to inspire within you an<\/span>
\nexperience maybe long forgotten, arising a sweet taste as you remember the experiences<\/span>
\nthat author your humanity.<\/span><\/p>\n
\nbrutality of what could arise from a memory that sparks pain. As you read this issue, focus<\/span>
\non the duality and linger on the auras that swirl around your mind, such as the leaves in the<\/span>
\nwind.<\/span><\/p>\n
\nagain. One moment leads into the next, whether brutal or beautiful, to create the<\/span>
\nfingerprint of a memory.<\/span><\/p>\n