I had a dream last night where I was staying with an older woman who was a resident at an art colony in NYC (everyone staying there, however, said it was "just like being in Italy") and Terry and Traer came to visit and on the way had picked up a kangaroo in a cage, which Traer was very excited about. A chipmunk, crawling across the ceiling, was so startled at the sight of the kangaroo he let go and fell--splat!--dead on the floor.
I shouldn't have re-read my last Neo Rauch post before going to bed.
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