And on the whole, their responses all had one thing in common. They said that we had freedom. A lack of pretense. An unstudied, particular, almost churlish sense of ourselves. After all, there is lots of talent out there that can contribute to this ongoing project that is writing Burque.
Uncounted stories are yet to be told.
Stupid things done. The only catch was that we wanted unpublished works, preferably by unpublished writers. More new voices, we believe, can map out more new features on our city's literary scene. In effect, we asked the city to write itself. It seemed only democratic that way.