Nooddlemagazine -

I kept the issue on my coffee table for a week. I tried to treat the sentence like a riddle, an instruction manual, a prophecy. Then, by accident or fate, I bumped the magazine and a slip of paper fell out. It was a receipt from a noodle cart, dated two days earlier. On the vendor's end, the customer name read: No one. The total: two bowls. Below, someone had written a hurried note: For the person who sits by the window at Café Lumen.

One night, months in, I found an issue with no printed words at all. Every page was blank except for a single sentence stamped on the inside back cover: We are much closer than you think. nooddlemagazine

Below that, in handwriting, someone had added the older instruction: When it calls to you, answer with soup. I kept the issue on my coffee table for a week