Illustration by Alejandra Paton //
IT LAY somewhere between fleeting sensation and articulation, where precise description of the strange usually put up its feet and set awhile. It was dreadful in its mocking evasion; a ghost dance ...
We were in a really hard place in our relationship when zine-making saved the day. It came to a point with my partner where, if something didn’t give, I needed to leave. I was exhausted — exhausted by the physical demands of new pare...
