Here again. Yes, we all get what we deserve. And Coincidence seems to be cheating lately—tipped off by a spy, or maybe just reading my footnotes. This whole orchestration is so cruel and equisite—sharp at times, blunt at others, capable of knocking the wind right out of you when you're standing entirely still. Art, really. And if I were a giant looking down at it all, I could have told from the beginning how it would have played out. But I am small. Nightfrights seem to be back to waltz around in my studio apartment. I told them there was no room. So I defer to a late-night scrawling to make sense with words. Let's try to do one-up tomorrow and make sense of it with pictures and pens. Sour dreams, my friends (for posterity).


Sara Blake [Hello ZSO]
New York, NY