People knit, draw, thumb through old issues of FishPiss. They vend mouse-sized books and diatribes and poetic graphic novels of losing their virginity. Screen prints of bands that played in 2012 hang on the walls. Expozine is a little like my idea of heaven: a room of stories written by those passionate about what they have to say. I never miss a chance to walk the aisles, to thumb through a work with a cover that catches my eye, and always find myself running to my bank on Parc so I can take out some cash to buy something I never intended to get. Here are some photos from Expozine 2014. Amen to that!
