Finding myself with a bit of time before work this morning, I got stuck into decluttering a box of old notebooks, print-outs and the like. In doing so, I inadvertently roused the ghost of sixball past (even before he became sixball).
He was an engaging chap, creative but chaotic. What he lacked in self-awareness he made up for in curiosity. Much of what he came out with was crap but embedded in that were shiny nuggets. His secret was to not let the crap get in the way of the nuggets. There can be none of the latter without the former.
Thus admonished, I promise to post much more crap here and hope for the best.
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