Items and Sleep

This is my second attempt to write today. The first was so long-winded and confessional that I didn't post it. It was about the items passing through my mind when I played at ATP in LA five years ago.

Maybe I'll post it later today, I'm not sure.

I love this feeling of anticipation as my studio starts to take shape. I have never had this much space to builda workspace-- it's beautiful. I have a playground, a conduit between my mind and the world's ears. This pathway is named:


You will hear my feelings forever. Or at least until the ocean submerges our doomed planet.

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