I hung out with an old friend for for a few hours the other night. Whenever we get together it's like an episode of Waking Life. We talk endlessly about ideas, the universe, mythology, transformation, anthropology, the human mind, etc. One of the things we talked about is our creative frustrations and the possibility of doing a small literary publication, which is an idea I've been chewing on since I attended the San Francisco ZineFest last month. With this post, I light a match.
