Louisa operates out of a colourful box filled with books from top to bottom in Toronto, Ontario. One of her roommates is a cat named Pizza, who is a great companion when the city is buried in snow for most of the year. There’s a snow quota that needs to be filled in her life time. She’s a bit of a time traveler, and a story collector. But she won’t be able to tell you the future, only bits of the past scrawled on sheets of paper— sometimes it sounds like poetry, sometimes they’re pictures. Maybe she’ll take your words and tell you a past, make you a zine, teach you how to fold along the way.