I'm hanging out with Moon Zappa in a city that seems like a combination of NY and Hilo, Hawaii. It's windy and rainy, but warm, and we are standing on a balcony overlooking plants and traffic below and other balconies across from us. Laundry is drying on a rack and a bicycle is propped up on a wall. It's my bicycle. Cherry wood colored and dutch inspired in design. I wonder why it's here. A tall, strange man appears with my boss. They are drinking cocktails and seem slightly drunk. I think Moon Zappa disappears at this point. Or maybe I become her. We migrate inside. My boss shows me all of these relics she's found in Sweden. The man just nods and laughs. I notice all the plants in the room and the warm gray colors of the walls. I'm eager to see more.
