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It’s been a long week. A large portion spent in the throws of some misery or another. On Tuesday I met up with the these tonk folks and i enjoyed their company a lot but i spoke too much and afterwards i wanted to crawl into a small coffin meant for dogs and be placed into a furnace and then shipped to sea. I really have to stop talking. Perhaps forever.

On Wednesday there was a nice catchup call with Cole who is getting married soon, how lovely.

I worked a lot during the week and by Friday had started to disconnect from reality. And there was a pulsing sensation like my skull bones were throbbing and my blobby brain was grinding up against them getting burned.

The weekend held gentle adventures, riding around on trains. Jumping on here and off there. And writing a text editor, from which I am writing this post now. I had a really good idea while I was wandering around in circles outside Cannon Street station talking to myself on my telephone. Now it’s all i’m thinking about.

There was a long while there where I couldn’t figure out what I should call it, until a few of the pieces came together and suddenly I realized: it’s Littlebook.

More updates soon.

The week ahead looks long too, longer even. Perhaps I will spend the weekend in a faraway place.

I’m glad to exist as a sort of devlog for my friends.

Good luck with everything forever this week i love you.