I saw a woman beckoning to a cat in an alley on the way home. I wanted to take a picture. Have you ever been in a situation that created a strong longing, a strong tension?

Do you ever find your best work comes out when something goes wrong, or at least, unexpectedly?

What is the most free you have ever felt, and was it at the same time the most crazy? The most intoxicating? If you did not edit yourself, would you seem insane?

I used the last sheet of a pad of drawing paper today. Do you have any rituals around the first or the last of anything?

You might give your keys to one person but hope a certain other person has a j-hook. Do you articulate everything you want, or do you leave it to others to be daring with you? Which is more exciting?

If you could have anything from the sky, what would it be? The question is metaphorical or literal, however you like it best.

You must have a few projects half started, a few vows made with friends on windy hilltops at two in the morning, a few adventure brochures stashed under your pillow. Maybe this is the summer you follow them through.

What do your dangling projects mean to you?

There is always another way out. Your same imagination that has you in its trap can have you anywhere else. Have you ever known someone who came to the brink, believed in the trap, then found a way free?

How long do you listen to this kind of broadcast before you change the station?

If they ever do figure out once and for all what makes us exist and experience that existence uniquely, and if we read that explanation and nod and shrug and it makes total sense and we can even grasp it intuitively, it’s still going to be mind-blowing when that mysterious sensation of it chases everything else out of mind for a tiny moment, a sensation impossible to hold on to.

If you were on one of those floating cubes, what would you be doing, how would you be balanced?