Notes From a Rainy Distro Table

It rained all day at the street market. We sold nine zines, traded six, and learned a lot about tarps.

Doors opened at six and the first person was already waiting with a folder of originals. By seven, both copiers were running, the paper cutter had a queue, and someone had put the kettle on without being asked.

Who showed up

• Twenty-three people through the door
• About 1,400 copies printed
• Two paper jams, both cleared
• One new volunteer for the lending shelf

Most people came to print, but a surprising number came just to sit at the long table and fold. There is something about a room full of people making small things that makes everyone quieter and kinder.

A room full of people folding is the quietest party there is.

What we learned

We ran out of long staples at nine and toner at half past. Next time we buy double of both, which is what we said last time.