Another day, another print. Darkrooms and chemicals and all that jazz. Prints went well, got all four of my uncle’s pieces done. I think. They’re drying at the moment in the basement of Burgen. Hopefully I fix-removed (cleaned out excess chemicals) long enough so that they don’t stain and turn brown. Now I am home. Now I sleep. Or rather, write about sleeping in short disjointed sentences that Chip seems to enjoy reading. Bye.