"I had a series of nightmares," I say, "my boss returned
from the grave and fired me, bats attacked me like slow bullets
but bigger, I was bleeding." She says: "When I'm alone,
I paint eyes on a pear and whisper, I'm watching over you.
That makes me stronger..."

Somehow I can't suppress the urge to share this at least once a year.

“Are you armouredelions?”
“We’re building a tank.”
“Why?”
“We want to start a war.”
“That’s madness!”
“It will bring peace.”
“People will get killed!”
“New ones will be born.”
“There will be sadness and suffering!”
“We need to wage war to prevent war.”
“What?!”
“It’ll be over soon.”
“Stop!”

Self-portrait with Dutch drama.