I woke up in Eugene this morning next to an orange wall. It was a feeling that began yesterday above the plains and became my trajectory and finally sleep. A picture of the migraine shows me lying on a bench in SFO trying to synchronize the flashing lights after seeing Ganesha, Shiva, and Parvati beside me in a bright hallway. Not bright as in light, but bright as in knives. It’s like being abducted by a pain that knows everything, all at once, then nothing. Now I’m on the other side of the migraine, sitting on a couch in a cabin by the sea, and a plush wave is covering me. Along the way, i won $12 in a casino playing Magic Forest. A man told me that in the morning, a woman comes to the beach to play a drum that wakes the sun. I love the ways we lavish ourselves with others.