This is my other office

Or: coffee and dreams and the chickens down the street

Last night, I had a dream about two airplane crashes. One of the planes went down suddenly and quickly, and it did not appear that there would be any survivors. The second plane, which began descending with one wing folded under itself, launched a kind of a hexagonal apparatus on which people were seated as though they were on a carnival ride. And it appeared that those people would be safe. I awakened from this dream naturally a bit upset, and I came down to my kitchen office, a part of which you see in this photo.