| Trapped
in a world he didn't make, Adam Ford struggles from day to day to
find the one-armed man, to produce zines as cheaply as possible,
to meet at least 80 per cent of his deadlines and to get seven hours
sleep every night. He lives in Melbourne, Australia and welcomes
all correspondence, though he will deny knowing anything about quantum
mechanics. He also writes poetry, novels and CD reviews. E-mail
him at adamford@popimage.com.
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