A kind of poetic diary, this is a well-written zine that takes on the intertwining subjects of physicality and memory, creating a sense of impassioned failure, disembodied potential, a sort of dreamscape past/present: “and will lay my arm down and my head on top of that. Creating imprints on my cheek from my sweater. The one i was wearing when you squeezed me so tightly that night.” This little booklet is also beautifully put together, the typewriter looking text juxtaposed with grainy photos set in larger white boxes. The photos communicate something through the text, their inscrutable gray fade complementing the overall sense of longing and lodging, the space inside our head where we live. (HN)
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