Zine, Zine, Zine

So, I have made a zine. I made it as part of a zine workshop I hosted for Art Fest as International Student Officer.

Lack of expectation to be effected

by a culture shock. But I am struggling

to decipher the accents of everyone

around me. There is a level of isolation,

of not being able to call home, having

to familiarise myself with nouns that

everyone else knows.

I had a melting of impact. Questions

of importance if estranged from this

community that I altered my life to be part of.

Through work, desperation of

being worthy to be a neighbour

I discovered the importance that

an international student from a country

that is filled with a level of romanticisation

and hatred.