By Shelly
IK is a perzine filled with the seemingly completely haphazard content you often expect from such projects: book reviews, collages, musings, and pictures of cats.
However, I do generally like those things, and, despite the randomness, there is some stuff in there I enjoyed.
Shelly lists her four favourite places in Portland, one of which is a Mexican place that I repeatedly failed to go to both times I was in the city. It will haunt me forever. Damn you taco truck and your delicious, ghostly, vegan food.
There’s also a brief essay on Shelly’s relationship with her grandmother, who has Alzheimer’s. The last line is really sad: “I also wonder if it makes things hard on her, if it would be easier to leave her routine and not have these strangers appearing and occasionally crying.”
I don’t know how I could deal with that, from either end.
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