Sept 5th

Changing the light levels in rooms like a magician and everyone agrees cordially that they appreciate the dimmed lighting. Less bright, like a dungeon, or a cave. (just shooting down a police helicopter real quick). It is better. The dimmed lighting and the training it takes to teach oneself not to fall asleep in such lighting. (land an attack helicopter near the tennis court, the dog gets into something new again). The retinas reacting differently. Stealing cop cars. (stealing street signs). 'All civilians must clear the street.' Feeling the harmonies from downstairs and the necessary edits it takes to listen to a female singer, purely. All of the soulful female singers, the ones everyone listens to over and over, with repetition and grassy hillside naps. All conjuring up gratitude and self-acceptance.