Listening to Groove Salad while working. Hearing a sequence of sampled voice clips:

“Can we make it back to Earth?”
“We don’t have to think like that anymore. We’re together now.”

A few measures later, the music faded into cascades of echoing bird samples for a while. (Seriously.)

Someone on Taps called my current form (which I think most of you haven’t seen) “insanely post-furry” some days ago.

Interesting combinations of experiences.