I was staying in a tiny house all by myself, on a windy island out in the North sea. My daily human contact was waving to a farmer while he trained his 9-month-old sheepdog, Jan, for a herding competition. I had a little map of the ruins in the area, but I never really felt like it. I was gravitating toward the more modest plants and birds, considering all the people in my life. Everything seemed hyper-connected. So I postponed dinner - which is always easy because I can't cook - & begin to write these long, long lines of lyrics. They were way less labored than usual, less chiseled into a meter. But I found that if I narrowed the melody to a few notes - almost like a chant - the ideas began to string themselves together.