June marches on. The heat catches us on fire. Even in the subterranean we feel the power of earth star. I woke up burning this morning. Well I wanted the heat and so it came relentless. But the weekend was neat. Went tomoma finally. Spent more than two hours gorging on art. Got my closeups with Picasso, Warhol, Cezanne and the rest. Good vibes man. Them artists were amazing you know. Got my feel of contemporary art too. Wanna get to the other places too like Guggenheim etc. So it’s like am balancing between the streets and the inner sanctums. Can’t lose that punk energy man. And the spiritual needs it fix. Everything happens in stages. And everything got its season. Now is the heat season. Now is the broke season. It’s always art season for me.