Working on mélange #3 has been a very odd 7-month journey for me through frustration, despair, doubt, understanding, eating my own words and finally, closure. I think it may have been the reason for the zine-infused dream I had last night.
This dream took place at my parents' home, which I haven't lived in for 8 years. I was in my bedroom looking for a scarf, opened a drawer and found an old zine I'd made.
This zine doesn't actually exist,…