Tinyman and Werd on the campaign trail.
Tinyman on the trail to the West, indefatigable.
Werd wandering the world, a pair of bunnyslippers in his hand.
Tinyman breathing the fabric of art and evaporating into pure aesthetics.
The author going cigaretteless and barefooted from then until until when, no sense of rhythm or responsibility. Unconstrained, the effort wasted, play. Werd capsized a toy boat.
Ho, insatiate reader. Werd has got it together now and become the mysterious character in the attic. Werd is a writer. Yes, a journalist, and he is on the campaign trail now, following the mysterious dark horse name of Tinyman.