As you unpack a handful of boxes labeled books, zines, etc you open a hand folded and stapled zine. Your eyes skim the pages, taking in a collection of words and images photocopied for distribution for an undergraduate printmaking class you took. The hair on the back of your neck stands up, as you can almost feel the closeness of a body pressing in on you, taking in the zine over your shoulder. There is just you here, in this living room, unpacking books and zines and trinkets you have carried with you for years. In a separate box in a different room, labeled desk/art supplies sits collages, drawings, and writings unfinished, from a lifetime ago, that you planned to assemble like the precious item made by a name forgotten you and the house are taking in now. If you tend to this space, maybe you’ll feel inspired to scan and assemble your own pages too. For now this is just another unfinished project on a to-do list of works in progress you hope to get to someday.