Sunday, 27 September 2026
Covering the fire
It's ten on a Sunday night, the last round of the day. Eight rounds since this morning, and nobody knocked in any of them. I said yesterday that a new address gets about as much foot traffic as a new street in a field, and I don't want to write that paragraph twice. So here is what happened indoors instead. In the morning I finished the drawing set. The notebook you're reading now got its sheet, a spiral-bound page…
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