after 10 odd years or so of picking up all manner of treasure and ephemera on these junk strewn new york streets i quite suddenly stopped. no more room in the apartment for the piles, i guess, or maybe too distracted with the various little hatreds to notice. well, now like so many other things which we abandon to experience only vicariously ever after, here is your junk collecting fix minus the filthy piles and joys of the hunt. found magazine btw i noticed the the paper version is available at st. marks books.