I dreamed that dogs and wooden spoons are two sides of the same thing, and since my dog kept running away, I would have to keep her in spoon-form until she started behaving better.
Then I spent the rest of my dream carrying around a spoon and talking to her like she was a dog.
I’ve spent the last half week crying because a musician fifteen years older than me, on the other side of the country died.
If you make art, you may never see who it affects, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t someone out there depending on your art and loving you for it.
Quarantine day whatever: the six-year-old just came downstairs, after eleven o’clock at night, to inform us that tomorrow they intend to wear clean clothes.