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Apologies, folks, for the lack of posts of late. Am physically unwell and have sunk into a quasi-catatonic state, devoid of will or inclination to do anything—not even to share images of the goddesses, as I so dearly love to do. It is a season of reflection and profound remorse, of revulsion and horror at the state of all things; yet perhaps, too, a season of spiritual purgation. What this world hath wrought upon us all is sickening beyond the reach of words.
Still, here is Jean Harlow, for this is what Lord Arthur does: he strives to preserve beauty, even as he and the world he inhabits have known almost nothing but ugliness. I long to return to this vocation in full once more, though I cannot at present say with any certainty what the coming days and weeks may bring. —Arthur Newhook, 20 November 2025.
Copyright 2025, Arthur Newhook.
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