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Farewell photography, we hardly knew you.
It goes where it goes, you know?
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Farewell photography, we hardly knew you.

Getting high when we should stay low.

Happy New Year… for reasons too subjective to compute or relay I feel less pessimistic (often a rationalization of being fundamentally afraid) than I did in six months ago when I wrote this piece for Vice. I share an expanded version it with you today in the spirit in which it was composed - a kind of wry optimism (another form of defence, perhaps) and with sincere good wishes. MH.

They come and go

Toiling, spinning, never winning.

Living it up against the unreal.

Ruminations on the ruminant. Of sheep, and eating menus.

(Don’t) Do the Hustle (part two)

On Losing Focus. The better to see.

What are the appropriate emotions for the end of everything?