Looking around this morning for a missing cable,  in my house jacks and cables are prone to wander, I realised I was experiencing lead time,  that gap where you start doing something but go nowhere while you're searching for the wherewithal.  Much of this is about placement, was it too optimistic to leave ones recording paraphernalia en plein air and expect it to remain there?  This snail, a good example of  the well placed paste up, found in  arrested motion across the road from the excellent White Rabbit Gallery in Chippendale, is more likely to become a palimpsest of weathering than to budge. Perhaps the ink will run, but he does look stoutly waterproof.