After many fruitful years working undercover as a shelf-stacker in Tesco, it is clear that much can be learned by considering the arcane interpretations implied by the disposition of groceries and other comestibles. Therefore, this month I have decided to consult the contents of a tin of baked beans poured with obscure ceremony onto Apollo’s consecrated altar at Delphi (although it works just as well when tipped onto a microwaveable platter).
And thus, gazing deeply, the beans shimmer and swirl into an orange miasma, constructing an eldritch arrangement of otherworldly legumes that literally ‘pulses’ with information (pulses… I … oh suit yourselves).