Maybe that was what Stevie Wonder meant by calling that record music of my mind. A spider seems to float in a basement window. Been there three days but my daughter has not yet noticed. I know this because there has not yet been any screams for help. She will feel as though her life is threatened when she sees it. Doesn’t matter if I explain it will probably just move in shadows when everyone is sleeping. Occasionally, I find spiders dead, curled up into a wisp of what they were alive. I conclude they starved, not enough other bugs. The way varieties of life eat all sorts of other life never ceases to amaze, as does being the life form that views the others characters in the big cacophonous play.