Thinking that my room (and the world) had literally gotten darker to my eyes because I was feeling sad, but then realizing that it was because a cloud had passed over the sun. Classic mistake.
Watching the BBC documentary about Ronnie Lane, The Passing Show, and crying!
How Ronnie’s main bass traveled through the years, played by different bandmates in different bands of his.
Rehearsing with the school’s Afrocuban drum ensemble and being slowly brought back to life with every cowbell hit.
My classmate in the Balinese gamelan ensemble telling us during a break that he was having a bad day, another classmate volunteering to give him a hug (which he graciously accepted), and then all of us standing up to form a hug-line for him.
My mom posting about a kind of unexpected development with her liposarcoma, which had been treated a few years ago, and watching loving comments pour in (to both of us).
Using a power saw, alone, to finish an assignment (a cardboard replica of my childhood “TV chair”) in the sculpture studio at 3AM.