Day two. I’m in the basement with my covid blues away from Esmé and Magali. Coughing up phlegm, always a good sign that sickness is moving forward and completes its job soon. Found it hard to fall asleep last night, I tried to notice everything, the feeling of the pillow, the sounds of the house, the sore throat constancy just like creating a piano improvisation, listening to every note, considering many angles. But the thing is, you can’t remain in that space, you can only try while knowing the mind is wired up to constantly imagine anything else rather than experiencing the now of nowness. My dreams didn’t make any sense though it ended with running into Nobu Adilman and asking him if he’s still interested in making a movie which he seemed displeased being asked. I know people swear by chicken soup but miso with cayenne and a certain secret ingredient are serving me well.