Coordinates uncertain — the signs point one way, the sky another. My wife and I arrived at dawn, rain behind us, market ahead.
Rows of tents stitched from tarps and shadows. Vendors smiling too wide. The mud moves when you’re not looking.
Took photographs for the record. They will not develop properly.
No revelations today. Just images. And dolls. Always the dolls. They were waiting for us.
07 Sep, 2026
Oh yeah, I stopped using this iOS Shortcut because it was a right pain to troubleshoot
in which our hero maps out his previous shortcuts-based morning routine
05 Sep, 2026
Elbow tattoos still fucking hurt but the pain doesn't make them meaningful
in which our hero went back for more BECAUSE HE MAKES POOR DECISIONS
01 Sep, 2026
twenty-five: ending Blaugust with some collage art and a point about the absurdity of rending fidelity as the only real art. And also a very gay bull.
in which our hero needed to feel comfortable posting something if was going to happen today and then made a point about art and fidelity and being a child just needing to be loved
