It all came to a head last night when I was so sick I drank a (small) glass of wine and tried to watch The Hunger Games through Amazon on a really slow wi-fi connection. A disappointing experience, but much nicer than staring blankly at a wall trying to remember if I’d eaten in the past 6 hours or not.
But as it turns out wine + distraction + fevered sickness + underlying frustration = something pretty nifty.
And so the Ghost Mice were born.
This is DEFINITELY about my relationship with life and art. Hopefully their rhythmic rodent dancing will awaken something good. I could use it.