…. you know I keep returning to this page (in the month since putting this little thing up) with this giant urge to take it down because I have re-read it a few times and certain things have made me cringe or be like… wtf why did I put it that way… or like why am I trying to put together something of meaning: I dont know shit about the world???? I’m only 21. but I also don’t know shit. that is kinda important. I made this little zine and it manifests as the imperfect combination of things I’ve assembled to create some signs of meaning in an attempt to communicate something that words and pictures will never be able to wholly explain, but with words, and further words with pictures, I can approach something of resemblance about something that was or is important to me at some point somewhere. maybe a month after making it I read these words and find them insignificant and belittle them. but at another point, without having to give myself grace, that earnest chord somewhere deep in my heart, deep in something somewhere in the conception of myself, willed itself forward in these little letters, and so i took photos one day here or there over my short supposedly insignifgant lifetime lived yet so far and arranged those photos in conversation with those words. and maybe, to someone, they find themselves familiar with these signifiers: they bring comfort. in some little way, the mysteries appear once again, but for a moment, into some caring, empathetic resemblance that points to what exists within all of us, behind it all. its easy for me to belittle anything I attempt and I don’t see the end in sight. but! I do see the possibility for resisting and letting whatever form of liberation that may exist in this formless inexistence manifest itself into what is immediate to me: words and photos. So I’m going to continue on so what exists between you and me can become tangible: this shared ghost located between us. I don’t believe ghosts are dead.

jan, 2026