A personal zine filled with photos of friends and tiny little hand-drawn flowers. Journal excerpts cover everything about Elise’s trip to London and Ireland and there are photos to boot. An Irish seagull for example. From her Dublin days Elise writes “I am now living a not so totally different life – eating weirdly, sleeping in a strange bed in a city I don’t understand.” Collages, hand drawn sketches, eyes from magazines or photos pepper the spread. Reflections, scrawls, and sporadic prose: “It is December sixth two thousand. Something heavy about this date. Because eleven years ago, I heard about the Montreal massacre on the car radio. We were coming home from my grandmothers’ house. It was dark and cold and I remember not understanding what had happened. Not really. The story got mangled with Simon and Garfunkle’s Seven O’Clock News. The nurses were found stabbed and strangled in their Chicago apartments. We don’t have that car anymore.” Enjoy Snowpea. (Nathaniel George Moore)
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