Showing mom my installation video. Autonomous vapour holograms of people moving around, sitting on stairs.
Waking up like “dang, my projects are better in my dreams.”
Messaged Kendra: “It’s time to go running!”
I didn’t come to the Damien Hirst exhibit (lol). I worked on my grant proposal. Amazing how long writing your plans/dreams can take. Gotta find all the right words.
Being in the house alone was a treat.
I added several grand to my grant proposal to accommodate me living alone.
Going to sleep I relaxed into the feeling of no one being around. Nothing like it. It felt like a little squiggly purple line unwinding in my upper back.