White boxes of text buried in black coffin shaped pages. Scratched photographs of nothing. Floating stick girls. Ostensibly, this is about depression. Really it is about creativity and catching the air in between a pair of delicate cupped hands. Krystyne delights in her own misfortunes. And why not? Her shrouded gloom allows her to focus so eloquently and obscurely on the dizzy rotations of her young life. “She was happy thinking about morbid and crooked thoughts,” admits Krystyne about her character ~ her internal self objectified for the purpose of casting alienation in precious metal. Krystyne’s thoughts are divided into three categories: Landscape, Hypnotic Stares and Reverie. The landscape is wonderful. The suburbs never had it so good. Did I mention the black everywhere? Especially when they are short sideways sentences replete with loss. “The streets seem wide and unwelcoming.” “Repeated scenes of garages and cars in driveways.” “It smothered her breath almost ot the point of hyperventilation. She now welcomed the blas t of anemi c shivers that will soon make their way into her slanted reality.” And the one sentence stories! And the shifts in tense and perspective! Oh yes, they are also wonderful ! Oh why can’t you all just fuck off and leave me alone?
zine #2 creator: Krystyne $1 1037 Willowbank Trial, Mississauga, ON, L4W 3P7