Jeez, it's February and I'm just now getting around to washing the playa out of my Burning Man gear?

Cats were fighting on my head again. The new slope of scratches like staples follow the vulcan line of my eyebrow. My new back piece is a beautiful assemblage of thousands upon thousands more cat scratches but with purpose.

This is Thora Zine coming to you from Ocelotia's Meezer subcontinent...