Have you ever experienced a nightmarish isolation of menacing complexity? Senseless, disorienting display of sheer hierarchy? For many it’s a challenge almost perpetually unattainable, but well… For me, squeezing through this mezzanine of absurdities, the world of  ladies with perms and pearl shining nails, sitting behind desks and counters, feels almost refreshing. I must say I do not pity your powerless existence very often, as I know that your stupid problem, a consequence of neglection and lack of self discipline can be solved in an instatnt. You just don’t know this yet. You twist and turn in response to a collision with an outside world that doesn’t revolve around you and your stupid little friends.

The tables turn when I make my way back home. From egg yolks I make kogel mogel; I put them in a bowl, and add sugar. I whisk them carefully not to disturb his peace, for that I know how sensitive he can be. The balance of our coexistence, like egg shells, can be easily snapped between two fingers.

As a drop of sweat emerges from under my hair, passes through my cheek and lingers on my chin, I realise it’s too late and there is nothing I can do to prevent it from falling inside the bowl. This conundrum can be easily solved by retreating to my bedchamber and completely forgetting about eggs and sugar for approximately eight hundred days. Or maybe eight thousand days. In this time I give myself away to therapeutic painting and hippotherapy.