Slept like a dead man. No dreams, a long silence.

Today, a double life. Juggling my day job activities (phone calls, talk, talk, talk) and set-building chores (schlepping, sweeping, moving walls around in new configurations).

The reality: dust, clutter, darkness, wood and paint. The vision: a new creative space.

Reality: mundane details of my life. The vision: creative intentionality of a life.

Everything has a double nature.