Later—is the place where things go when time never seems to make room for them. Childhood stickers,
mom's guest-only glasses, the clothes saved for 'someday' that don't fit anymore, and the books we swear we'll read 'when we have time'—but never do. We set them aside, believing there's always time, but 'later' keeps slipping away, and we stay stuck waiting. Does 'later' ever come? Or is it just an illusion, like that promise to start running on Monday?
This zine gathers the lost fragments of time—the 'laters' that never arrived. Or maybe they did, and we just never noticed?
