Everyone's favourite genre. So very zine-able :) [more to be added soon... it's an admin issue, aue]
Inside every grief story is a pun just waiting to be glazed (sound up!)
It was like an awful, angry, bittersweet gallery of memories and stories. Never any preamble. Just a ricochet of disembodied words, unanswerable questions and occasionally a shard of poetry.
When I think about that day, I often think about those people. I think about how it must feel to stand on the periphery of someone else’s terror and then get in your car and drive home.