I'm going to call this one finished.

The end.

On the weekend I will string all the pages that make up this "story" into a single, chronologically-ordered post and we'll see if it makes some kind of sense. Or not.

A fresh pair for Sunday

If you won't embrace my quaint, 20th Century entertainments I will jam that iPad where the sun don't shine.

Make the most of what's at hand.

Another tiny dose of bleak existentialism.

Let's go sleepy bobos

Just lay back and relax, it's easy.

More words (lots of them) about "Contemporary Arts Practice"

Yet another rapid spiral downward into angst and existential despair

But reality keeps intruding.