largely art, nominally poetry perzine about an experience i had of yesteryear that i don’t care to repeat but have felt brought to face up to in the one way i still can.

content includes abstract depictions of and references to abuse, references to self-harm, rude words, drawn nudity, violence, and probably some other things that i can’t recall at this time but will put here as and when they occur to me.

Please consume a daily-serialised version here while I consider the mind-numbing complexity, implications of financial ruin and utter lack of reasoning behind hosting it here in full for nothing.