I live on the edge of a continent but it feels like the edge of the world. I grew up beside one of the most massive spaces on earth that is mostly devoid of humans. Before western culture understood that the earth was round, in their reality, oceans marked the end of the earth and beaches were the edge of human domain. Only the bravest ventured beyond the horizon line into the infinite unknown. Still, the void calls us to whisper our stories of life, love and death. We revel in the feeling of expanse and emptiness by it’s side. The Edge is about the call of the ocean, the murmur of the void and all of the absurdity that lies beside it.