i hope when i die i get to live in a little room in a big city where there’s no pollution, only pretty buildings and pretty skies and chatter from little people. but the only way i see the city is through a little window by a bed where i sit and watch the sunset every day. sometimes a pretty black cat will come along and i’ll have conversations with her about the sun and the moon and the stars. when the sun goes away and a big pale moon comes out i’ll paint the people i saw through the window and play my bass guitar to the moon while the black cat sleeps next to me. and i will be just fine with that.