High Strangeness

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High Strangeness is the world's #1 exalted dreamcore zine exploring the strange, the unseen and the mundane.

Video, found-footage: [an orange cat-shaped graffiti built from the words EAT THE RICH moves along night walls / goes full 3d / chases mice / destroys private property / goes properly bananas godzilla style].
Black-and-white, heavy fog, liminal: a procession of coated souls carrying suitcases and hats walks into grey nothing. On a stone dais, a crowned figure in embroidered robes raises one hand — half blessing, half traffic signal. — 6 1 0 4 4 · 8 8 2 9 5 · PAPA DELTA · he receives many · ENDE ENDE
A degraded photocopy of a photograph: a girl in a hoodie and a gaunt crowned figure in dark robes sit side by side on a shop-window ledge at night, not touching, beneath a neon sign reading AFTERNOON with half its letters dead.
A spiral notebook page, black ink drawing: three tall robed figures stand in a loosely ruled panel, bodies draped in striped and diamond-patterned cloaks, heads elongated and wrong — one crowned with an S-shaped curl, one wearing what might be a mask. The right margin is filled with fluent handwriting in no known alphabet. One word is legible: "yes?" — 2 0 6 2 6 · 7 7 3 1 0 · INDIA JULIETT · all in favor · ENDE
Black-and-white photograph in a dark bedroom: two figures stand over a sleeping man's bed — a hooded woman in large round sunglasses, mid-whisper, and a blond man in a pin-covered denim jacket looking down at the sleeper, whose face shows just above the duvet. Nobody is in a hurry. — 4 4 0 9 2 · 1 1 3 3 5 · WHISKEY ECHO · we got your ear · ENDE ENDE
Black-and-white night photograph: a crowd of hooded mourners stands before a freshly painted grey rectangle on a brick wall, hands over mouths. At its base, a row of votive candles among spray cans and an energy drink. The rectangle is very clean. — 5 0 1 1 3 · 2 2 8 9 0 · UNIFORM NOVEMBER · somebody under there · ENDE ENDE
Black-and-white night photograph: a huddle of people at a sticker-covered club door under a concrete pillar. Down the pillar's face, a vertical column of pale angular runes, brighter than the available light accounts for. — 6 6 2 4 0 · SIERRA ALFA · STILL AWAKE · ENDE
The whispers keep on boring into my skull. Perhaps you can hear them too. They only ever play once for anyone. I should have known.