I hate when things get into my head and will not leave me alone. Thoughts of projects and designs and composition. . . I wake up some nights from dreams of air conditioned acrylic egg-shaped pods suspended over the desert, sleeping accommodations for the wayward traveler. Of towering 50 foot windmills above said eggs powering the machinery to satiate the needs of the nomadic visitors below. Ever since I decided I am going to foray into the Black Rock Desert next summer I have had these brain storms overtake my senses, taking me down the Rabbit Hole into a world I do not yet know. Yeah, I am a little bit nuts.
