There’s a slice in there between sleeping and waking where you get pieces of the raw feed. Faces, often, daily scenes from other people’s lives you’re tapping into the global cctv of everybody’s feeds when they are broadcasting and don’t know it

My Grey Ladies are coming out to dance this month. What stirs them? I don’t think it’s anything I am doing. There are months and months when they are nowhere to be seen, not hide nor hair, and everything feels so empty and you start to wonder if it was ever really real but then something stirs. It’s like the whole house is kind of getting lifted up by geyser and everything gets all zero G and there they are.

I was recruited by the Gray Spider Woman at a young age.

She's not really a spider. More like a hippie aunt with a pallid complexion.

She stays up in the rafters but if you see her then she will come and talk to you.