I’m not going to lie. I chose this today based almost solely on the accompanying image. It’s some kind of film-noir, detective thing happening there. It evoked something…

But what do we get? Barber beats. Plunderphonics. Ambient. We get something that just happens to work for me today. And why not me? It’s my space. Curate your own sights and sounds, but enjoy this in the meanwhile. It’s easy and chill.

Who is this person though, who put this together?

Hozokauh, a self-described curator. A plunderer. Fair enough. Thanks, to whomever you may be.

I’ve very little to say for myself today. The world continues to spin, a widening gyre, if you will… Thank you Mr. Yeats. It continues to spin and nations are warring and past-presidents are vexed. Current presidents are under attack. I’m too tired to fight.