Last night, I was trapped in the Natural History Museum, which is a place that holds a certain dread for me. Curators kept catching me napping in little alcoves and throwing me out of them. Eventually, I found this little courtyard garden full of fantastic plants and flowers, and I discovered something there... but I can't recall what it was.
Winter brings me strange dreams. Maybe it's a consolation for the depression. But, in fact, the depression hasn't been so bad in the last month I guess. I am eating better than usual and staying productive. Playing with Photoshop has been keeping my drive to create things happy. Nevertheless, I ache for spring. And I'm already thinking about gardens.