Peaceful Indie Ambient
I dreamt my sister was shot on the grounds of an arts institution by a drag queen defending herself against an interfering spirit energy inhabiting the body of a man with a gun. I carried her, my sister, to departures at the train station of life and death. I told her that Bonnie reminds me of her a lot of the time. She told me she'd like to have pretty eyes (like Bonnie) in her next life. We wait for the train.
I lay in bed thinking about all of our eyes looking like nebulas. Michael's in particular.
Michael thinks about sending an email to the cast and crew of Anne Frank. Then he does.
We paint pottery. He paints honeycomb, I paint hydrangea.
Michael designs the set for Anne Frank.
I make this gif.