This story was never available, but now it is unavailable (click on the Substack link above to prove next to nothing). Just get your head round that. I did not bother to plot it, record it, type it or illustrate it. I didn't spell check or grammar check it. I did not do anything. There is no content whatsoever. But now, despite there being nothing, I am choosing to keep that from you. I declared that sweet nothing to be unavailable. It may be here and released one day, should I decide to do so. You would probably come across it if you were idly scrolling, or if you followed me. Maybe a friend shared it, or some algorithm pushed it your way. But for any of that to happen it must be available and, clearly, it is not. So it remains unavailable. You cannot get beyond the black.
These are just fleeting thoughts from the heartland of the UK's colonial dustbin somewhere beyond the wall of sleep. Odd bits of music and so-called worldly wisdom may creep in from time to time. Don't expect too much and you won't feel let down. As ever AI and old age are to blame. I'll just leave it there ...
Thursday, April 16, 2026
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This story was never available, but now it is unavailable (click on the Substack link above to prove next to nothing). Just get your head round that. I did not bother to plot it, record it, type it or illustrate it. I didn't spell check or grammar check it. I did not do anything. There is no content whatsoever. But now, despite there being nothing, I am choosing to keep that from you. I declared that sweet nothing to be unavailable. It may be here and released one day, should I decide to do so. You would probably come across it if you were idly scrolling, or if you followed me. Maybe a friend shared it, or some algorithm pushed it your way. But for any of that to happen it must be available and, clearly, it is not. So it remains unavailable. You cannot get beyond the black.
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