I dreamt I was hanging out with Sonic Youth at the bus station trying to organize my luggage. My mother dreamt I was making abstract paintings like my old man’s, only looser (which I sort of am). I was rolling around in the subways yesterday seeing all the shapes I’m playing with (though I can’t imagine these paintings will stay like this too long… they seem more like architecture for little people to run around on). Seems like there’s a million things to do, and I have no desire to do any of them, but maybe ride around in the subway and look at shapes… or sleep and dream. The heat has me out of sorts.
