For two years I’ve self-produced a zine using a very basic black and white desktop printer. The series is called Self-Storage, a personal, informal contemplation of the self...specifically, my self. Before I created this series, I often thought about self-storage—not a physical space for excess material goods, but a place where pieces of our metaphysical selves pile up. A space to gather and inspect the stray thoughts accumulated and internalized over the years, like bits of string or fuzz hitching a ride on your sweater, mostly unnoticed. Each of the 32 pages features a unique pattern paired with a word or phrase I found in my mental scrap heap. I'm not sure what they mean to me, if they mean anything at all, and the result is both an inventory and an exorcism.