Today the dog chased pebbles into the waves, and I chased thoughts around my head. Today the dog had more success than I.

I paid a visit to the workshops yesterday, to make components for alternatives to sausages mk1. Last night I set up a mini production line to assemble the various bits and pieces for sausages mk2. They're odd. Once again I find myself wrestling with producing a work which I personally find is more than a little discomforting. This tension has to be healthy, desirable, though. Doesn't it?

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