Yes well, a bit of a diatribe. You run around and tug on things and some people (well, most, to be honest) don't care, nor do you about them: that's just the way amongst men and minstrels and ministers and administrators. I live in a spectacle of a place where Floridians come by summer in the droves, and by winter, leave us with empty hulls and husks and the quiet rot of Vacationland. So I make these videos and sounds and run-arounds as a template for tossing at their shadows and laughing at all the pretty pieces the broken glass makes. There you are, ol' boy. I wish though that you and me, we were kin.