( me / via )

Every single patient.

“Clearancing DeLillo”

The names, somehow the blessèd names continue
In sonorous emptiness, down furrowed canyons,
Names for things long flown on fragrant pinions;
Believe it. Swift incarnadined Danube
Carried off America too, we huddle
Some pier with flickering clouds & dimming screens
Screaming for Daddy, shipwreck, or the needle.
We are the lucky ones.
Later, there will be monuments anew;
Records. Not the stories we’d have told,
But honest accounts. On these i sometimes brood.
A bard without a theme, without a role,
Chattering as this tutelary venue,
Burning house, collapses: words continue.

The Translator, Working Late.

"Don Fitch recalls that early zines were called fanmags, but Louis Russell Chauvenet (who's still publishing) coined fanzine about 1942 and it became the common usage, sometimes abbreviated to zine." —"Zine History" at Zinebook

At some point, backpacking became a curated experience.