Placeholder is a brillaint new zine bringing together “the best in aesthetics and polemics”. It claims to have no rules, no themes and no judgement.
Based on my experiences at The Palace Collective this year, the poem explores the surface bubbeling anxiety that comes with new situations and the reignition of old habits you thought you had left behind.
Though I learned a lot about myself, I’m not sure if I would throw myself back into a palace-like situation again. Or if I did, I might be more cautious with my energy. Anyways, here is a short and not too sweet poem about it.
Is it a new you or a new me mirror ripples an anxiety Prove yourself loud enough spoken word holding off Can you tell I’m diving low sinking shallow growing mould Arch the ceilings close the doors mirror ripples paint the walls Is this an old world or an old me to find herself befriend anxiety
PLACEHOLDER ZINE // DECEMBER 2020