Sort of newish book of depressing poems: https://tinyurl.com/27fdfh63 (you may need to change your region)

My other stuff:

Books what I wrote, yo ► https://www.amazon.com/Exurb1a/e/B06X...
For sending personalised insults ► [email protected]
Tshirts, mugs, and sadness ► https://teespring.com/stores/exurb1a
I also make horrendous music ►   / exurbia1  
Help me to do this fulltime if you're deranged enough (and thank you kindly) ►   / exurb1r  

Pointless bonus trivia:

There's a great BBC series from a while back called A History of the World in 100 Objects – big recommend. A few years ago I was sat around being useless and miserable in my apartment and suddenly got the idea to do A History of the Future in 100 Objects instead, a scifi story from the perspective of a museum looking back on a million years of history – it seemed like a fun inversion of the original format. I worked on the script for a few weeks and almost liked it, but couldn't find the 'hook' for the thing and it fell apart like most silly ideas do.

A few years went by and I got a bit depresso and selfpitying about no new fun ideas turning up, and decided to go through some old scripts to see if there was anything else worth going back to. It all sucked, usual derivative rehashed ya de ya da. Then I stumbled on the museum thing again. It was a bit like getting a sudden unexpected and frankly undeserved tax rebate. With a few years of distance it was all terribly exciting for some reason, and when I tried to tie it up this time it more or less wrote itself when I got out of its way. I don't know why writing is like this sometimes, but it is often like this sometimes. It only operates on its own terms, and the more you order it to work, the less it cooperates. Sometimes things finish themselves in a day, sometimes they take a few years of not looking directly at them, sometimes they never pan out and it's never obvious why. Also I notice a guy called Adrian Hon already wrote A GODDAMN BOOK called The Future in 100 Objects in 2013, years before I started thinking about any of this, and I'm sure it's a great read and I hope he gets scurvy.

And as ever, your mystery link:    • f the police.  

P.S Sorry I was away a while. A new book is almost ready if that's something you care about but it took a spot of thinking offline for a bit. You'll be pleased to hear it's even more pretentious than the last ones.

The cat sends her regards. Is that a new haircut by the way? It really suits you if I may say so.