Stop Making Sense

Saw some art today.  Mediocre art.  How do they do it?  Get it into a museum, that is.  I am confused by this.

It doesn't make sense.

Also, I am anxious.  I am taking pills so I am not anxious and yet I am anxious.  I am jumpy.  I think it is because the pills take all the distraction out of my head and now I am in a vulnerable place.  

A small lot has been cleared in the forest.  There are piles of wood and nails and tools.  I have to build a house there or else I will freeze.

Does that make sense?