This week, I want to make a video about my history with zines. (It's the Year of Zines; have you heard?) It started with last week's video, when I wanted to use a tiny one-off zine as a visual aid, but I couldn't find it in all the regular places. That's "places," plural, which was already my first mistake.

I finally found that zine in a box of ephemera at the bottom of my closet. Digging deeper, I realised this was just a box of ~stuff, thrown together with no rhyme or reason. It was a box of school report cards, class pictures, Polaroids from trips to LA, magazines I was published in 20 years ago, loose leaf journal pages, paper dolls, a lifetime of life drawing, my entire collection of George magazine, a Ziploc bag of buttons. And a whole bunch of my zines.

This morning I sorted that 1 box into 3 boxes: historical ephemera, notes and journalling, stuff that I've made. The first box is going back into my closet. The second box will live on the shelf until it's full, then under my bed with the rest of my notebooks. The third box, you'll see it on YouTube this week.

But this one caught my eye as I cleaned up for the day.

This was a zine called Print Print Shout, which I organised in college. Sam wrote this blurb, not me, but we were haters in arms. This was 2007, which means the final book had probably just been released, and we were living through the onslaught. Such a wild time, every book release, when people you never knew were fans suddenly started posting and talking about the books. I remember how Livejournal would go quiet while everyone was reading on release night.

So many boxes of paper in my house, but this is why I keep them, the memories attached to every one.