Cardboard as raison d’etre: soon, a new Alexandria, a new manifesto, a new way of being. Abrafuckingcadabra.
“I’ll be finishing it up with some more flowery bits and decoration,” the artist tells me.
A real departure from your earlier work with pen, I mention, and he corrects me, as he starts with pen, but that this is just how he felt it should go.
“Come back tomorrow, I’ll try to have it finished.”
Your double entendre, I get it. Now let’s make out.
As luck has it, I’ll be going on a fact-finding mission quite soon. I’ve visited the hog butchers and stackers of wheat once before, but I welcome your recommendations. What’s the good word?
Market & Hyde.
One should never live in a house that cannot be licked. This is why I live in a temperate climate, so that my chocolate home will never melt!