P-A-T-H

Our non-dictatic (if you don't own a bike, it's ok. If you're lazy, it's also ok) information design archi-cycle kit project exhibition thing went well. We had fun. It looked like this.

Disinformation's sound installation-cum-wilderness nightmare on in the basement was so good, it scared everybody. I found it quite soothing, until my brother somehow developed night vision and did that "saved your life" thing. Which is only allowed on cliff edges, or boats. Later that week, suffering self-inflicted temporary blindness and trying to work a toy accordian onstage, I refused to join in with a chant that went something like "I am not afraid of the dark." I am honest like that.