C.V.: I’ve misspelled a sign celebrating fair use praxis. My focus is the hand hath put connection to a nearby eyesore we could fix up, borrowing an old face beauty once remanded. Inside, little agency, no intervention, only stripes of ideas multiplying nameless, profane, increasing inventory, keeping focus on their esteemed orientation, mining their richest veins, designing solid, stoic codes that trigger stern satisfaction dusk thru midday, they think: further focus on infolding explosive arcs of competing constructs that flare up into neat blocks of aqueous shimmer!