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It’s January 2, and I have yet to print more than addendums to my New Years’ zine. I think about it every day. Minute digital edits. An expanding and shrinking recipient list. Social politics.

In four days, it will be one year since I first landed in LA. I chose landed over moved to. I try not to think about my love for New York. LA was inevitable. LA holds a smaller hand in my heart, but I made the right decision. I made the harder decision.

The holidays came and went, and I always had an invite. All the things I feel about myself–all the persistent rejection from childhood. All the non-problem problems. All the problems that are problems, but I don’t feel.

I kissed someone on New Years’. I really like him. I am not taking questions or providing comments at this time.