“You have a very solid basement. very stable”
Yes, yes I do. but do I?
What do you do with all those pesky things that come in the way, all those dirty thoughts and shameful dreams? You do your duty as you do with everything else.
Fold them, neatly iron them, and put them in a box.
A very tidy, cold, and painful self-portrait. Painted by myself, looking at the self from the eyes of a very distant non self.