8:40 AM: The Havisham Hour. Day/Page/Sketch 480 of 513 from Charles Dickens’ Great Expectations. --We were collectors, now we're hoarders. We mince junk indiscriminately and leave it unmasked, scattered. On our graveyard shift we sit by a conveyor belt that has no beginning and no off switch. The only thing we're worried about is that our melted brains don't tip over.-- Visit www.HavishamHour.com to learn more about this project, listen to previous podcasts and to get fine prints of the pages. ©2014 Julio Panisello.