We are inherently Wretched. In the way we move, breathe, act, become. We are capable of great sin because we are so capable of great love. Does this not make us wretched? We are wretched in our morals, wretched in our minds, wretched in our sorrows, and even more so in our joys. To be made Wretched is to be made human, to have the choice to do things as exactly as this. To be a wretch is to be mortal. So we ask you not to forget, as you look, hear, and judge, that the wretch in front of you may be your own reflection.
Wretched - Part 1 of our 7th and final issue of Forget-Me-Not Press brings together 28 artists and writers into the wretchedness of humanity - exploring their stories, experiences, families, morals, loves, and occasionally reflections.
Come on and be wretched, readers, its only forever.

Sadness

Vain

Abandon
The Wretched Nightmare

Fallen Bridges

A Nuanced Nuage

Slake My Thirst and Dead Calm III

Hope (The Guiding Light)

Shuddering Glimpse

Capsize and Reentry

The Wretched

The Iliad: Pride Comes Before a Fall

Morning After

Bashful

Lilies

A Bouquet of Flowers and Ash and As the Earth Burns

Guilt in the Pastoral

Summer Sings a Song of Suffering

The Honeymoon is Over

Being Human, Fragile, Repairing the Damage, The Microscopic Structure of Tears, and The Whole World

I'm Thinking of Ending Things Pt. 1

Invest in Good Shoes and Relationships

Never Your Hand in Mine

Bleed Me Dry

Opening an Atticbox

5th August 1963

Bunny Mask
