Tom is listening to The Saints. Stranded in the middle of a Tuesday. Chris Bailey had a point about the suburbs. Their first record is still the blueprint. I'd like to sleep but it's important to move these vintage Seikos. Sun's coming up in 3 hours and the algorithm is feeding me garbage and I'm spiritually drained. Coffee tastes like battery acid. He had a real sneer on him.

"Find what you love and let it kill you."

Concrete brutalist architecture.