Palestine

Gym trip in the morning, featuring far too many chin ups for my liking. Park before lunch at the Art Exchange (managed a very brief look at their Palestinian photography exhibition, with Arlo providing a wheels on the bus soundtrack).

Walked home via the local record emporium hoping to pick up Haxan Cloak's latest, they didn't have it and didn't seem to have heard of him. They don't know what they're missing.