Swapping zines was the first most fun part of the Canberra zine fair. The second was exploring all the constructions people brought together on 3 July. Warmth, enclosed space, mince-meat in fried potato, and caped people meant the hours flew as a community circled the zinester filled art-space. Forays across stalls returned plastic knives, paper-boats and white stockings with sensible shoes. Sitting behind the stall meant discovering that you live beside active volcanos while Viking trolls are on the hunt for new lamp shades. And you had the opportunity to pass on messages of your own, rather than mixed tapes.
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