remember when we started wearing masks a year ago and it felt weird and then they matched outfits and advertised stuff and said slogans and protested. now it feels weird to think of unmasking. all along i've seen a trail of masks tossed casually, or perhaps irately aside. somehow i don't see us living free of masks again or anything returning to what used to be normality. 

r. and i went to the studio and started to clear and clean and it's dusty as hell but we threw out some and it feels much better. the idea is to make it sweet and cool, light and uncluttered and then maybe go sit there sometimes visiting. and maybe some day pack it up and leave.