Claire-Selma Aïtout never learned to speak Kabyle, their father’s language. While all languages can be languages of love, theirs is built instead through the fragments of a mythology made of absences and tales in which the living and the dead coexist.
A zine co‑written with poet Cléa Ciel, this collection explores cringe and devotion in love.
This zine questions our relationship with horror, American productions, and how I take refuge in horror. In my pre‑adolescent years, I watched the same movies on repeat and I wonder: what are we really looking for in the love of horror?
A comet is about to streak across the sky, and we’re supposed to follow it. Named Lady Lazarus, it draws near, promising to free us from the routine— from the subway, from the supermarket. The comet passes, yet we stay behind. From now on we must continue living…