No. 76: Bells and Spheres. On Monday, June 20, he entered the studio very early in the morning--before dawn--and was astonished to find it packed with enormous glassy spheres, many of elaborate design, with swirls and reef-like encrustations within them. In aggregate, the spheres seemed to emit a low chorus of oceanic sound, a distant, subaqueous hum that bothered him as much as he found it pleasing. If he chanced to touch one of the spheres--and some were warm beneath his fingertips--it rang out with a rasping, bell-like sound that lingered for a long time before it decayed. He worried about how he was ever going to dispose of them, but gradually, over the next few hours, they began to disappear, each one suddenly popping like a soap bubble.