Where does the heat go, when I turn on my tinny little baseboard heaters, and my electrical meter is spinning mercilessly. I am just so cold. With the expensive heat vanishing, so goes my motivation. But someone who embodied creativity and art and fashion and music died, And that was enough to encourage me out from under the sunbeam. Turns out, death and sadness warms me up enough to do a little diorama making. I’ll take my inspiration where I can get it.