This is your hidden fish. It causes great holes in your heart.
You woke up.
You always wake up. But this time you woke up and had forgotten everything. All of the good was gone and all of the bad was gone. The heavy water of everything you had been and seen and known was gone.
Today you remembered that I draw things. And you closed your eyes and searched among the panic and the dust and found some birds. Some like stone, you said, and some like air.
I posted these prints to some people, then I visited the birds in their homes.