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 and maintains an infrequently updated website. E-mail him at adamford at popimage dot com.