watercolour and ink on paper


Momentarily I struggled to remember if it was an actual event, or a dream, for my dreams have been vivid lately, or a story I had read or heard.  Perhaps because it was so bizarre, but perhaps the way people behave is not what it used to be before the crisis.  It was like the time of plague, all those many years ago, when everything was strange, normal was strange until it was not and no one could remember what it was like, except for the few strange people.  They always remained strange.

It would be interesting, as suggested, to make a comic out of a poem.  A bit like...

September 23
Summer has ended and I feel the autumnal crisis approaching with the rain preparing the...