strange paper worlds with miss cupcake, the cards unsent, the virgin blankness of creativity and possibility, in many forms, this is miss cupcakes fave shop on earth, it's smaller than i thought but filled with interesting things to look at, pictures, cards, objects specimens and creations, yes it's all a wonderfully visual tactile sensory experience. we stop in manly for a bap roll and some lunch accessories that miss cupcake somehow makes me pay for, she's gifted at this, i recall glimpses of her extortion skills from a long gone past, but her parking ticket seems to balance everything out and i feel somewhat sad that she got it but manly is a very difficult place to park.
so we part company and i head back home, the sunday sun daze gloriously drenching me as i listen to some grove armada and white light.