I dreamt that my friend, Karla, crafted an elaborate and beautiful installation. It was a circular shrine, decorated with with drawings, candles, and other ornaments. At the head was a black, wooden throne. The presentation included a compelling performance of poetry, theater, and dance. Selfishly, the performance slowly drew me into a deep depression, as I came to realize that I would never possess an artistic vision as strong and as thorough as Karla's.

April 15, 100 Sutton Street