I have no time to write today. My mother has a doctor's appointment this morning. That's o.k. Nothing happened yesterday in the mundane life of a boring caretaker. I watched yesterday's NFL playoff games with my mother. She enjoyed the snows. Both came down to the wire, so it was o.k. for me, too.
If you have been coming here for decades, you may remember that I started my own faux-anthropology series in which I problematized (that's the kind of language we used back then) the concept of early anthropological photography saying that those photos were invented and unreliable as scientific documents. So I made up primitive cultures, too.
Just like Tiki Culture, in essence. I'd like to do it again.
Then I got sidetracked with Lonesomeville, another faux project.
But I've been inspired to delve into fantasy once more, right from a chair in my mother's living room. It's as far as I can go. It is all I can do. So. . . here, before I load my mother into the car. . . enjoy.
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