Willoughby wakes up to find them fixing the sky. People keep telling me I ought to do animations. I’m not so certain. It might just be that people like movement on a computer, but I fooled around with this little Willoughby waking up scenario today. All week men have been up in precarious cranes held by cranes fixing the sky and making great noise. I find it hard to sleep, but harder still to get out of bed in the morning. I’m listening to dreams and the chunks of blue falling all around me. Sounds like armies marching up the face towards the summit meeting refridgerator. It goes on and off compressing ice that rolls back down the hill, where Willoughby wakes up to find them fixing the sky.
