"I feel like there are such symbols left scattered all over the place. What others see as gibberish, I see as part of a pattern that we cannot comprehend, as if we are looking at it too closely. Who has left all these patterns among us I do not know, let alone why. And I cannot enter into the meanings of any of them."

Harold Holt liked swimming. He was also the Prime Minister of Australia. It was December 17, 1967. Harold Holt was at his shack in Portsea. He went for a swim and never came back. No one ever found any trace of him. But I am looking for Harold Holt.

Bert Spinks

with Adeline Santamaria // Haylee Martini

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