Last night I dreamt that I am near the sea. The sea was wavy and I was watching it from a distance, from the other side of the road, with my husband. The air was damp and dense like in Death in Venice and the sun was slowly descending to the sea. In the small bay there was a strange show of men dressed as giant vaginas in red, dancing in the water, and their costumes got partly wet. We didn’t get wet, we were far from the waves. A huge tsunami wave came and erected a sort of a roof above our heads, but it splashed behind us and we remained dry and safe. We knew that sooner or later the wave will wash us too. For now we are just watching the waves. Finally my husband asks, what time is it anyway, and I am saying, it’s the last time. The picture is from a different time.
October 7, 2020
I was walking with my daughters to the playing ground when we passed through this tree. I probably walked this way a hundred times, but I didn’t see this before. The tree met an iron fence in his way but it didn’t stop him, he changed its form, hugged it and grew through it. I wanted to hug the tree.
February 5, 2021