On Page seven, a bearded Schnack talks to computers and puts his sewing machines into storage. A modern-day Peter Pan flits here and there over his sails, laminating the past to the future. Shipwreck on Malta’s orange sands where time has stood still longer than anyone can tell. Coastlines, frames, cylinders, and sheep. You might meet them on the road if you are on a motorcycle, or on these pages if you go on reading. And this is just the second issue of the magazine, where intuition is a vehicle for culture, sails carry thoughts, and men evoke emotions. There is still a realm where the rational and the emotional are bound together: the sea. A world where ventures can be put to the test and everything you build always has a soul, a body and a soul: land and sea. The sea is my land.
