the times and life off.

i guess i have always been a late bloomer. probably because my youth was uneventful and reasonably happy, so no need to rebel and no residual traumas. my rebellion started when most of my peers gave up theirs and the magnitude of it continues to grow even now. i've embraced subversiveness from day one, and fell in love with fringeculture of whatever kind. yet i've always felt on the fringe of fringe, an observer rather than a participant, even when i participated actively, i felt sociopathically aloof from the people around me. i'm pretty sure a lot of the people i met over the years in the core of fringe feel pretty much the same; out of place. today i decided to document past, present and future of my love for fringe in this blog. i'm unsure how long it will last or how many posts i will manage before finding the endeavour most futile and moving on, but until then, i will be here.
the title of this blog is the title of a magazine i stumbled upon once -most of my discoveries are stumble-upons, i discover peripherally rather than by design- called, yes you saw it already, fringecore. it is one of the most outstanding publications that i have seen and i treasure the few copies i have.