Introspective dream-style participations from the fogbound clutter of the Landscape Manor. The Baron, host-manque of ammonia, the princely wit Thursday, tearing the tatters off the edges and forced to look clueless and un-helpful. In his tired voice, a debt to Steve Abrams, a nod of gratitude to Ken Westerlund, one discovers the offspring of a monopod and a tripod, peculiar yet siimilar.

"An unforeseen destiny interrupts all the illusions of desire and all the rationalisations of liberation." - Baudrillard