Earlier today, I recorded for an art project with a student in the Queen’s film department. I’m not going to give up too much, since it’s going to be on display in mid-February. For the project, I had to sit in a room by myself and a camera recorded me for fifteen straight minutes, and I was directed to speak about whatever I wanted.

Well, it turned out that I spent most of my time talking about house cleaning. Yes, despite the oodles of creativity I’m supposed to have, I had an imaginary conversation about cleaning my house. I guess this really shows what’s on my mind.