by Shaun Lawton
It is pretty safe to say the freezine has grown up, we're looking at a stack of fourteen years piled up in the blog archive, and five hundred and thirty three published posts accumulated across a span of thirty-seven issues over the course of fourteen years. Back in the summer of 2009, well it's pretty safe to say that was another world. I know some who have come to survive the massive onslaughts we endured together over the coming storms. I have known many who did not survive.
No use for metaphors here, since the pandemic began two and a half years ago on the Ides of March during that fateful Year of Perfect Vision, a lot has been accomplished even speaking for myself and my own creative endeavors, so I can only imagine the world teeming with growing waves of achievements that must all converge and coalesce toward shaping a more interesting future we can barely even imagine, much less comprehend.
Here at the freezine we're turning together around the next bend in the river of time we're all caught up in, flowing since an immemorial period positioned long ago or perhaps just a long lost aspect of ourselves finally shrugged off to disintegrate amid the blurry field of scattered pinpoints echoing the vestiges of their presence.