FM is fed up. Plain and simple. And given that we're a magazine obsessed with time and its various accoutrements, it's only fitting that time is what's sticking in our collective craw. Things past. Beginnings, middles, and especially impending ends. It is our tenth issue. To this point, we've filled a lot of boxes, so to speak, with quite a few mounds of text and a large number of megabytes of photos.

But that just isn't enough. Sadly, some boxes remain painfully unsullied.