and the champion stirred in sleep

[haptalaon]

we might be about to be homeless again? the landlord is on the line for like 4k of repairs because our electric wiring was incorrectly installed and is therefore lethal; landlords are Lunar-Stellar, powerful and unfeeling forces of nature to whom we can only appeal for mercy with a respectful, foolish hope, because what else can you do? But maybe now is the time to get the re-release vinyl of my favourite album: WARRIOR AT THE EDGE OF TIME, which folds out into a massive painting of a knight on the brink of an abyss, and on the other side the SHIELD OF CHAOS.

it sounds exactly like you think it sounds.

complete with spoken word poems to the sound of experimental whooshing and clattering.

I actually sort of own two copies of this record already, it just depends on whether my relatives die in the right order and haven't disowned us. It feels silly to even be considering it, especially because modern record sleeves are just not as nice as historic ones - they do the paper wrong. It's been another sad week, but i can stave off the terrors of the world with owning more objects, perhaps.