it doesn’t matter. In a good way. And it doesn’t have to be good, it just has to exist. I can write whatever here. Post a picture and throw up in the margins. It’s all good and glued together. So what. Let’s make a zine or draw my dreams and wish the ones who were in them could watch too. If only I could upload them! text them to you! I can exist under snow as long as I need, and write on this website if only for me.