i wake up in the studio, and finish a text dialogue with an artist friend, ‘there’s no actual time pressure in this life, u know’ and before i know it, before i can even make my first mistake, arrives the blaring message that the statement is actually meant for myself.  i take one more rotation inward just to get away from the din of meditation, and it’s with these eyes i go to see the empty room. omg check Pan out… what’s he doing on the table in the middle of the optics studio?