Journal: 2026/08/09 Sunday (Memoirs, Misc, Punk)

2026/08/09 Sunday Looking at old zines I have here for inspiration, found the master of one I made for one of the bands I played in... I have very little left of the stuff I made, and I have no idea how I used to write so much, nowadays I find everything I do so... clichê... cringe... blerg... These are front and back, I'd take black & white photocopies then fold in the middle Some other surviving zines that I edited, with art and text from diverse people. Uh, found something I don't even remember having written... gonna try to translate it... Adapt or Transmute Every day when I wake up, I try to smile at the sun I don't know if it's your bright light blinding me that's the reason for this grimace It's not disgust, no, it's just a bad taste left in my throat Sometimes I think I should see the world through the window For when I leave my den I squint my eyes so I won't let myself be blinded By the light of this illusion I'll leave this world behind then For when one can dream One can…