I couldn’t get a WashU parking pass my senior year of college, so every day during the fall semester, I had to buy a “short-term parking ticket" and would toss them onto my dash. Over time, they piled into a small mountain. Out of spite, I kept them. At the end of the semester, I sorted through the stack, each ticket stamped with a date and time. I wondered – while my car sat parked in that garage and I was at school – what else was happening in that moment? What about a year ago at that time? Or a hundred? A thousand?

This accordion-bound zine unfolds to a length of over 35 feet when fully extended. The historical events referenced in this zine were sourced from Wikipedia, Britannica, and ChatGPT.