gonna get a trial month to watch dune in the fond hope it don't suck spice. sunny! listening to terry riley, sun rings. funny how everything kronos plays sounds kronic, in a good way, natch. bones tired, bones speak like inward-groaning doors in old films. always feeling the corresponding door opening inside, protestingly, reflected on the screen. had a bad dream last night my bike was stolen from a strange house. one locker empty, the other side open wide. a dream that tells me wake up, look in the hall, your bike waiting sweetly. the sun is sinking now, with strings.