Dear A Thin Slice of Anxiety Readers, How could someone possibly entrust something as vital as literature to an international corporation? Is this not obviously insane? Fucked up? The answer of course is: We can’t and one hundred percent! A more vital question however is: What can I do about it? (What do I want to see come into the world? And how can I help bring it into the world, even if it’s just a little bit?) Answer: Books. Good ones. I want to help give birth to the type of literature that exists at the edges of modern contemporary life. (Great books written in trembling feverish states). And in service of this foolhardy and ridiculous endeavor, I’ve decided to start the publishing imprint: Anxiety Press . Perhaps my mission could best be summarized as producing “important content from terrible people, born of terrible situations.” That terrible situation, of course, is life, and I’m looking for the bits of novelty, emotion, and humor lurking underneath its intrinsic ugliness.