Painstakingly constructing networks of indirection to simulate an actual interest in life is a slow business, getting on with it, my old ones, already somewhat neglected due to short-lived actual interest in life, got all smashed up along with other parts of me a while back, handyman special, as is/where is.

Ai, ai ai ai.

Walking around with 'My Pretty Snow Deer' stuck in my head. Let me carry you from here, my sweet snow deer.