Wasteland 

When I was in the UK, I visited Margate, where the poet Eliot wrote WASTELAND, for field research.

As a holiday destination, Margate’s winter is empty and silent, unlike the bustle of summer. But the traces of summer are everywhere: Stickers on the street cold drink shops are faded because of the sunshine, and tape remains on the walls where posters were once attached. Empty theme parks are littered with the rubbish of last summer's visitors…

The concept of traces is a visual clue throughout the zine, and the zine was printed on recycled paper and cardboard, as a subtle echo of the theme of WASTELAND.
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