I still have about five left, but I suspect a physical copy could be a disappointing experience. I used a variety of underwhelming photocopiers for the bulk of the zine, so the norm is for little bits of text to be cut off at the sides. But thanks a lot for your non-medium-specific praise! :)
The illustrations and the sensibility of the narratives remind me of Shel Silverstein. When making that comparison, I begin to want more verbosity. Page 22 has this quality I desire.
It is interesting to imagine where one dream ends and another begins -- or rather, how they bleed into each other. There's a curiously strong sense of spatial continuity, and boundaries between dreams.
Format-wise, I found myself expecting the game to be smaller. The photograph of the original books left me conscious of the thickness of the booklets, proposing a finite space of possibilities. It was curiously enjoyable to think of the shrinking unknown in fuzzy terms, increasingly surprised at how much yet remained.
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milserge :( this is super
milserge :( this is super cool, it makes me want to have one of the zines to hold in my hands
I still have about five
I still have about five left, but I suspect a physical copy could be a disappointing experience. I used a variety of underwhelming photocopiers for the bulk of the zine, so the norm is for little bits of text to be cut off at the sides. But thanks a lot for your non-medium-specific praise! :)
The illustrations and the
The illustrations and the sensibility of the narratives remind me of Shel Silverstein. When making that comparison, I begin to want more verbosity. Page 22 has this quality I desire.
Man, that page 19. If my
Man, that page 19. If my dreams were haunted by a murderous duck man, I don't know if I would be able to sleep at night.
Dream Patchwork in 3D
It is interesting to imagine where one dream ends and another begins -- or rather, how they bleed into each other. There's a curiously strong sense of spatial continuity, and boundaries between dreams.
Format-wise, I found myself expecting the game to be smaller. The photograph of the original books left me conscious of the thickness of the booklets, proposing a finite space of possibilities. It was curiously enjoyable to think of the shrinking unknown in fuzzy terms, increasingly surprised at how much yet remained.