It’s time to leave. I’m sad. I stood looking out my studio-window and imagined myself opening that window, climbing out on to the windowsill, salty tears and the heavy summer rain streaming down my face, holding my pink umbrella high above me and then… just letting myself fall. Free fall straight into nothing.
Then I saw myself smashing to the ground. Blood, iesch… Pain?! aaasch… naw. Not my style.