You’ve worked hard but today is a day you don’t have to. You woke at first like it was a normal day. Then you remembered that today was yours, and you returned to sleeping. When you awoke the second time, you could barely call it waking because of how easily and gradually you came into it. You could stay in bed if it suited you. It’s afternoon now.
If by chance, you find a moment of pause, you might fill it with this zine we’ve called AFTERNOON. It is a collection of texts and images made by ourselves and people we admire.
