In June I'll change my tune

[sovay]

I slept nine or ten hours in the windowless pit of the guest room and woke to the news from selkie about Sandy Irvine's boot. "I mean, dude . . . there's a label on it."

(I wrote a poem once out of a dream in which the photographer of a touring theater company in Faerie was George Mallory, still using the camera he had died carrying, which has not yet floated up out of the ice.)

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[sovay]

Ahhh, that poem makes me remember Through the Gate--a great little zine.

I miss them so much! And I worry constantly about link rot in all that constellation of small, speculative, online 'zines.

And the story is excellent. I asked mallorys_camera if she had heard it--for obvious reasons--and wasn't be too surprised that she had.

What a neat handle to choose. Everybody wants to know what's on that film.