In the studio, playing around with a keyboard, setting things up. Switch to home-big window looking out on a yard, door next. Planes are flying close and crashing-they turn into balls of light. One very bright one circles overhead. I say very loudly, stop that and come in already-you’re scaring the family. It changes direction and comes straight for us. It passes through the door and turns into a shadowy alien, walks over to the dining room and faces us.
My exciting life, this place