pixi-dust is always right apparently...and actually, i'm quite astounded at just how wonderful p-d is to me...i think one must be made of the purest magic to lie on a concrete floor trying to sleep while a timpani pounds through the wall and the whole time being questioned about brief clips of sound...hence the name - this one is made of everything good from every fairytale you ever read...

to continue, after not complaining about my lack of time-consciousness last night, p-d even put up with further inattentiveness to time-passage today...

i gave the presentation of the art project today that was worked on last night in the basement lab...it was truly one of the most vulnerable things i have ever done...it was a real test for one who wears hearts on sleeves on a day-to-day basis...someone somewhere, probably a coyote, telling me "remember, you aren't invincible to those human feelings you so frequently scoff at"

and i reply "i'm not a human, i'm a cyborg"

and we wink at one another

and we crawl into our lairs and fall fast asleep