That time in which a bunch of adult people sit in a dark and windowless room for 10 hours, and eat snacks. Sometimes, we stand in clumps and stare in the same direction. photo-12 photo-16 Other times, we write each other important notes about what is going on: photo-14

In Which Taylor Swift Cries Tears Of Pure Gold

I don’t know what to say about my out-of-town housing except that I’ve spent several nights making videos for The Bird in which I walk through my apartment (apartment? palace? architectural landscape?) room by room so she can see all of them, and by the time I get to the balcony from the front door, the video is too massive to send. I’ve had to walk a lot faster. The place comes with a river, and a boat. They’re also mine, clearly. photo-9You can come over, Taylor Swift. I know you’re feeling a little bit cramped in all of your sad minor houses. You can have the spare bedroom.