Two visitors drifted in yesterday, one to the studio, one to the museum, and the rest of the day belonged to the walkers.

Ego-go paced out sixty-five moves in a steady mellow trance, lapping the halls like a small philosopher who has misplaced something profound and refuses to ask where. Juicy Jackalope and Cheddar Shredder kept pace just behind, all hooves and cheese.

Meanwhile Bubble Gum Borg took exactly one step, decided that was plenty, and rested. Sunny about it too. Somewhere between sixty-five and one, the whole world was busy being itself. 🚶