capsule living: a ghost story

a zine in the dark time for zinesindarktimes

a collision of capsule architecture, quarantine living, ghost stories, and neural network-generated poetry.

what is so comforting & terrifying about living inside a capsule? why was it always so hard to leave the house? what is it about the glass or clear plastic that says clean, even though any dirt or grease will smear it and render the transparencies opaque, transparently unclean?
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is it that i find comfort in this sterile loneliness? is the future lonely?

best read printed cheaply into a booklet in b+w.