In at not all strange turn of events, it seems some literature I have in my personal effects points in the general direction of synchronicity, and no, I don’t mean Breton (but I do and yet I don’t).

The Dick List isn’t mine… it’s from The Use of My Dick, a number of postmodern artzines created by my long-lost friend, Forestter back in 1993 and 1994. I wish I could share it all, scan it all…something. It seems it is its own puzzle. Last November I pulled out some of his materials, inspired in a curiously quiet and subtle manner and then it seems I hit some kind of wormhole that ejected me past summer altogether.