After countless hours of planes, trains, ferries, metros, rental cars, buses and trams, my thumbs are back to twiddling in Brighton. With a summer of literal and figurative hurricanes it is a wee unclear as to which city I will yet be spending the next year of my life. London may be usurping me or Brighton may keep anchoring me in.
It’s been some turbulent times for me over the last couple months. I have been juggled around quite considerably by the clowns of academia in a circus of discrimination. Long story short, I have been pretty exhausted and finding myself a bit stretched with generating new zines. The good news is that I am a kind of an anomaly and the more I am discriminated against, the more determined I become. Besides, perhaps eventually I can throttle the whole experience into a zine that invites you all to shake your fists at the system with me!
Despite the distractions, I am eager to keep on top of all that’s going on in zines. I am planning on having a stall at the Camden Zinefest on October 8th. I am also soon to invade my local print shop and make a ridiculously large stack o’ zines to restock my currently sold out shop. So please, come around to my website or to the next zinefest and say hello. Keep up the good fight and fight it with all the love you got.