In the summer of 2006 I decided to save the text messages from my phone’s inbox and put them into a zine, unbeknownst to my friends who sent them. Disembodied from the original message I sent to the recipient, these text messages stand as short prose and explore the functionality of language within the modern confines of cellular technology.

Also, outside of the hoity-toity art babble above, these messages also serve to document how mundane life can sometimes be. Below are a few excerpts from the zine. The messages appear as they were displayed by my crappy phone and all the line breaks in the messages are due to the small size of my phone’s screen, not by any aesthetic decision on my part. -jayson