I’ve recently, and also forever, been listening to Terence McKenna an unreasonable amount. I present to you the fractalisation of storyhyperloops (you read it here first, folks) created by music artists Beacon Bloom, for their metamusic video titled, “Nothing Here But You”. Or is this really a cunningly designed campaign by Air New Zealand to get people “visiting” the country via a music video. Shout out to Grammarly for busting my writerly balls. I have grown very comforted by the hypnotic rotation of the green circle in the bottom right-hand corner.

I’ve always found my inability to commit to a handwriting style worrisome. I naturally bury this feeling deep down inside and only mention it now for comedic effect. In one of my many handwriting styles, I recently found this nugget of heart genius in a notebook. It was an attempt to write my way through the pain of a traumatic breakup. Your stare said “forever”. This bruised banana says, “nah”. I was going for an emotionally-retarded-therefore-endearingly-attractive-Adam-Sandler-delivery. It landed somewhere towards the back pages of the early ’90s. In a self-conscious zine. Nobody collected. Ever.