I made this zine in 15 hours after waking up at 5 a.m. from some pretty terrible dreams. I sprang from my bed with the determination of someone that has something to prove, and has to do it urgently. I felt I had to prove myself to my own mind, to my family, and especially to the person that was haunting the terrible dreams I had just woken up from. The zine turned out well (for its purpose). I think I made this work out of anxiety, ink and a terrible need to do something with my hands. It’s not perfect, but it exists. It got me through the night and that’s enough. So, do you want the truth or something beautiful? Because all that is here is truth covered in pretty lies.
