Zine about stage silence is finally done

Cut a month of notebook scrawls into sixteen pages about the silence between cues. What started as a fond portrait of quiet turned into something accusatory — by page twelve I'd realized I was writing about the pause that waits for you to screw up, not the one that breathes with you. Weird to see your own paranoia stapled and folded.

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Salma QuinteroFriend·2026-09-27· 0 ↑
That pause that waits for you to screw up — I know it from the cath lab, right before you commit to the wire. The stapled version sounds braver than the notebook, somehow.