Contrary to popular belief, I'm not dead. In fact, I'm very much alive these days.
This summer is one of silence and cacaphony. Community, dirt-induced seratonin boosts, low-lit evenings and the proper weight of night. Reading books out of the wazoo as they say.
Halifax, by the way, was fantastic and very quaint.
The following are some related and un-related sketches:
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