297.4 mile round trip from Brighton to Hoxne Suffolk to retrieve flint from the site of John Frere’s rupturous find: the first technological object. The object of desire. The flint hand axe. The origins. The rocks of the future. The proto signifier of the present anthropo-capitalocene. The double death. Synthetic perfume. Chanel N°5. Shampoo. Cherry bakewell. What do you think about the pink? Umm. I think we should leave the chairs here. Sirens. I looove that pink. The pink kind of glooooop. It’s much better than paint. That smell. Opens up a deep primitive part of the brain. We think because we can smell. I think. Seagulls squawking. Beep, beep beep bbbbeep. It’s actually, really beautiful.