Not another blogdamn blog!!

Angelica is playing Chopin in the next room with her belly right up against the piano. She says the fetus goes crazy whenever she plays live or sings. It was due to emerge today, but instead we had a fabulous lightning storm with hail. My legs are still wet.

I’ve been collecting chisels, files and metal scraps that could be filed into chisels. And the odd block of wood. Damn this brain it has visualized woodcarving for decades now, but always held back on spooking grounds. Futilitarian primitivist inclinations, defeatist absolutist lack-of-dialog lack-of-perspective dead-in-the-water reasoning. Please brain, let me tinker and craft without freaking out about the universal consequences.

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