Sitting here at 06:15, flushing out thoughts associated with the flow of social life passing through me via pixelated news.

Working on a calliope of characters residing in my ’62 two-door hardtop.

The puppet master behind the steering wheel.

A plastic mechanical parrot on the dash.

Yano and other creatures in the back seat.

Talking and singing along with one another.

Discussing ideas.

Every character the embodiment of a class of ideas influenced by its neighbour.

Mimicking and satirising each other randomly.