col­oured cel­lo­phane left ideas imprin­ted on my retina, along with amaz­ing dis­cov­er­ies that 1970 stereo tapere­cord­ers do have auto­stop built in… listened to some of simon’s reel-to-reel of wood­stock… felt like being embed­ded in a dif­fer­ent era… dis­cussed dada in s&i… hadn’t pre­vi­ously under­stood the full rami­fic­a­tions of its rela­tion­ship to exist­en­tial­ism… art has much more to say about the atti­tude of the times than rail timetables… looked into min­im­al­ist art of the rus­sian revolu­tion and found true despair.