August 21, 2000: Location of upward winds

I honestly never know what the imagination is playing with until I physically melt into its completion. My only request, try never to talk with me during a creative trance—I can’t hear you nor can I feel your presence…until I’m touched by your hand. At that moment, you’re introduced to my angered self. Therefore, I extend no invitation to anyone willing to listen—I sit in solitude…a self-built hut filled with bird songs and puppy cuddles.