Wow. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt like I have no inroad on a piece of a media. I don’t recognize a single name dropped in this zine! You could literally hand me this as a prank and I wouldn’t know if any of it was real. It’s one of those kind of zines made from scissors and collage technique, a collection of black impressions on white space. Sometimes these impressions are poems or drawings, but are mostly interviews with people, seemingly musicians, asking them what they did during the pandemic. I feel very far away from the scene this zine is from. It’s a bite sized snack, quick punk show toilet reading. –Gwen Static ([email protected])