Serious.

This data dump is for third year work I promise. It feels more mature already, as if these last few weeks have given me insight into the heart of Our Mother Globe's pulsing brain.

Or, more probably, I am happy to have a chewing gum's eye view of talk, soles and the side of expensive monuments.

Deep down, life is mostly dry with a thirty percent chance of hot coffee in the next three minutes. I love everything today, even if it's late.

My work begins tomorrow, graphic tablet drawings for all to see.