Ocelot sends his apologies but he's mired in menial freelance work for which nobody pays him on time, an unsatisfactory Masters research project, and embroiled in institutional complaints processes that seem to lead people through some interstellar gateway into an MC Escher drawing inhabited by gurning fools. He may be free in time for the Vuelta, and hopefully in much more creative form.
Ocelot sends his apologies but he's mired in menial freelance work for which nobody pays him on time, an unsatisfactory Masters research project, and embroiled in institutional complaints processes that seem to lead people through some interstellar gateway into an MC Escher drawing inhabited by gurning fools. He may be free in time for the Vuelta, and hopefully in much more creative form.