Woke up an hour later with the feeling of stillness, also too early for the sun. Manés climbs onto my desk to rearrange the notes and sketches I had left myself before going to bed.
One of his only words is “nein”.
I try teaching him ‘yes’.
He runs his routes. My head is already swollen,
hungover, in anticipation of what I won’t do.
Some of which await responses but Sunday isn’t quite extinct in Austria.
Drawings for Barbara of spatial scenarios and structures to ask for more money.
Impossible event assignment for students.
Finalize course offerings and web presence with Buttercup.
Claus gets to nap and has time to work on her show concept.
Represent on a single surface the travel and quantity of light from Ford’s Highland Park factory to the basement of the MAK, visitors lit like products, bright enough to begin erasing space so only the shadows are left described.