| Trapped
in a world he didn't make, Adam Ford struggles from day to day 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, though he tries, he still cannot properly
explain the Schroedinger's Cat paradox. He also writes poetry, novels
and maintains a web site of random musings and CD reviews called
The Scam.
E-mail him at adamford@popimage.com.
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