Shoutout to the lady in my showing of gladiator 2 who gasped so loudly the entire theater could hear her when Paul Mescal’s wife died, as if “dead wife” isn’t a foundational concept of the gladiator movies

We saw you from across the bar and we thought you was a toad

More zines! More micro-presses! More indies! The corporate houses keep trying to merge & the small distributors are being hoovered up one by one into the *ngr*m machine. Art needs proliferation, not centralization!

woke up on the first of september to a delightfully chilly overcast drizzly day, what a good omen