This is my sanctuary for the past twenty years. Produced tons of Art, in all media, that went out into the world. Made a mark and made a living. Now it a residence. There is a difference. Before I would seek solace and find my depth. I would get in touch with the Vortex that originate and radiate from this Table. Its always there, place settings for however many people present. I was the sole guest for many stellar events. My tentacles ever reaching, to possess the spirits that avail themselves. Now I am in permanent observation. A turbulent flow in the absence of external forces. Exposed, I am. How will I respond to this pressure?
For one thing, its distracting as hell. There is always something. Every day is capitol. My first day on the Mesa was in the middle of…
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