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Behind the zines #3

Issue 3 has erupted across my living room floor.


Erupted.

And this is my favorite thing about the Oh Es Oh so far, it simply erupts. It comes into being the same way I draw a circle on paper, off kilter near circles whisping around and around until a confident darker circle emerges. 

Issue 3 wobbled into being with the idea of time. 

Time.
Time like grains of sand. Sand in a Sieve. 
Beaches I've been to. Painful memories. Diary entries. 
Late summer diary entries. One of each from the last 8 years- because the journal purge of 2012 (which I swore never to commit again) makes that the mark of making marks. But what day did I write an entry and not miss a year? Because I didn't start journaling "daily" again until 2015 and even then some days I draw or novel or blog or... August 22nd. And what happened on August 22, 2012? [Spoilers] A squirrel died. 

Rodents. The passage of time. Memory Tourist part 8 was about cheese in a maze... Passage of time. Rust.

Rodents & Rust. 

I won't spoil any more of the issue, but the thought process behind it, the narrowing down and hopping to find a theme- it sure makes me feel like I am doing things that deserve to be read/seen/heard. 

I am also really excited to say Soraya the Great will be returning this issue with art and words. And that, while some "staple features" won't be in there, y'all will still get a bad recipe. 

See you in the mail August 22 (ish) and maybe here before then. 
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