The second song in Puce Moment by Kenneth Anger has been in my head.

I’ve been taking some extra time to make art, but I’ve mostly been writing.

I had a dream I talked to a red fish who was floating in the air. It told me it was from the end of time, and it was experiencing evolution in a backwards manner. Its eyes were like a fractal hallway of lenses. It was pretty jolly overall.

For a meaningless life, I certainly do have myself wrapped up in the cosmic mythological narrative.

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