Dear Diary,
This is me scribbling for Belleville Rendez-vous, about to embark on its haphazard tour.
It is weird. You sit between a couple of instruments and a notebook and you watch things appear around you and in front of you, you scribble everything you can, you're scared to jump in and stick things on top of what you see but you also can't not.
It is so happily frustrating.
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