Shapes

My brain wanders a lot. (Project Blacklight didn't get funding and returns to the Maybe One Day box, which obviously freed up a square inch of space somewhere in the frontal lobe, and brain custard flowed into the gap.) I wrote a thing on Whitechapel today that had been occupying my mind yesterday, after I tripped over some old JEFF HAWKE strips. Which reminded me of Travis Charest's SPACEGIRL. And I got to thinking about what kinds of strip survived evacuation from newspapers, and...