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I'm weary, more faded than my fatigues. Day after day I pointlessly pound these seedy social media streets in search of the truth.
It is an elusive creature, one in danger of extinction. Maybe I'm already too late. Maybe truth passed away alone, whimpering in a quiet corner while my attention was being courted by silver-tongued charlatans.

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Welcome to my Canvas

Some of the items on this site won’t be to everyone’s liking, I get that. Basically this is my place, my wee studio to mess around in – experimenting with words and thoughts. I’ll be chuffed if you enjoy it, but if you don’t, c’est la vie. As a friend used to tell me “it would be a boring life if we all thought the same.”

Jack Montgomery
A wine press,
On a farm at the end of the dirt track,
The SetĂşbal Peninsula,
Portugal
E: jack@buzztrips.co.uk