And you'll miss me more as the narrowing weeks wing by. Someday duly, oneday truly, twosday newly, till whensday

[Wednesday 5th and Thursday 6th December 2018]


Adrift in pitch, nothing can shake it.

[Quote is from page 457 in Book III episode 2 of 'Finnegans Wake' by James Joyce]

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