I dreamt a chart. Looking for ways to organize language so that it oscillated between sound and symbol; direct experience and progression of meaning, story. Something to do with one's hands...Cooking Oil is a practice in patience, but still moving forward.
neighborhood dogs, shhhhhhh
...this is hours...
No sleep. No words here and my mind occupies itself with drawing an imaginary thought shaped line with a lead pencil.
I give up and listen to conversations about theater on YouTube. 4:27
5:26
6:25
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