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At the climbing wall this evening. Chalk from my fingers infiltrating my PDA, each letter taking three attempts to write – my tendons sluggish from the lactic acid pouring into my forearms. A single missing trainer/sneaker/pump/dap1 meant I had to retreat to the resin rockface instead of my usual Thursday night trip to the Fencing …
Today’s the day I start shopping here, instead of here. Wish me luck.
I’ve got you in the palm of my hand. I resurrected my old Handspring Visor today to use for this journal. Speeding between stations (when the doors aren’t jammed), I scrawl the strange symbols that represent letters.
You should all go here: www.illegal-art.org/audio/grey.html
Seen from the window of the tram this morning – must investigate further.