Sleepy robs enjoy the presence of cats. I wish I’d brought my camera in – perhaps I did… I wish I felt like getting up and looking for it. I’m staying with Jeff of Symbiont tonight. His house is a strange mix of beautiful classical furniture and scattered musical equipment, and a white ceramic skull grinning next to the couch. The cat keeps sticking her nose into its eye sockets, and that’s just plain weird, though aesthetically amusing.
Long conversations of music and day dreams and night dreams. Fights and flights of fancy and realizing our true dreams. I had a dream… I saw her die the other day, and I woke up mortified, unable to shake the feeling of what I’d lost. I enjoy talking to Jeff, it’s like staying over at an old friend’s house.