The nature of travel is fleeting. So is the nature of the page. Turn after turn after turn. And beyond that, the mental and physical impression created by touching the ground with your feet, breathing the air, smelling the asphalt, weathering – parallel the touch and smell of the paper and ink, glue, staples and stitching. Just not too precious, but touchable, with stains and cracks, like roads, rocks, meadows and houses. Let’s make zines out of journeys and travel in zines. They are the same thing anyway.
