So my copy of #80 just came shrink-wrapped in the mail. I don't think I'm gonna open it. I don't want to. I can't figure it actually...the impulse NOT to open it. It's not wanting to say goodbye, sure, but there's something else. Anyway, for now, I'm leaving it wrapped.
I have a shelf of Punk Planets in my office. The collection only goes back to my first collaboration with the magazine, a cover story about Iraq in 1999.
I just put the wrapped #80 in its rightful place: squeezed in right next to #79. It's all working out fine. There's no room for a #81.
It's fine and it isn't. I'm going to miss this magazine. Not because the world will be empty without it. The world will not be empty without it. If you disagree (Dan and Anne, you are exempted here), you are foolish. Whatever you got from Punk Planet - and there was so much to be gotten - go and find it somewhere else. Whoever is offering it can surely use your support.
