a protest against not feeling anything

a note on the zine

i've come to believe that finite things may be some of the last that stay human. a thing that ends is a thing you stay present with, because it can't go on forever the way everything else now does. this is one of those things. for a while now my work has been in conversation with what remains human when everything is being replaced, and i have yet to find an answer. maybe i never will. but i know that this zine is one of my attempts to get closer to it. and if there is anything resonant in these pages, it is only by God's will. without Him, i wouldn't have had the strength or inspiration to make them. and i hope that something you found here still feels true to you years from now, because the strange thing about finite things is that they're the ones that last.🌹