Since the hurricane, I've had to work a lot to make up for lost wages. I feel like the man in Woman in the Dunes, trapped in a sandpit, exhausting myself trying to climb out. The people I talk to out there feel the same way. Everyone is working too much and getting nowhere. On that note, here are the results of the extra labor I made for myself but don't get paid for, but can't help doing because I'm compelled and will never stop because because.

scatterplat In personal news, I got the lease taken care of, I think anyway, so I don’t have to worry about that for a year. Planning a trip to New Orleans next month with Raven to see some oddities, so that should be fun, as well as various local events. I’m seriously mulling over the idea of moving huge elements of the Daydream Misfit project into a press and producing small batches of hard product. The website would then be considered the sandbox for excavating tangible

There was a young man of the village whose mother sent him on a long journey. "This cat catches no mice. You must take the animal to my sister, who lives at the base of the mountain. She knows herbs which will coax the cat to accept its own nature as a hunter. Only a stupid son would bring home a cat that doesn't know how to be a cat."