I haven’t been as bored as I have been in a long time. Due to extraordinary circumstances, I have been desperately alone and somehow away from normal incumbencies.

I have felt a resemblance to earlier times in my life when there was no connection with the outside world other than immediate contact on the street with friends and sometimes strangers. I felt an urge to find myself useful, not entertained, practical, not available, sharp, not aligned.

I found myself bored and this made me wander around myself, my context and my closest ones. It made me think about everything I do when I’m not doing it.

I am very present in my life (perhaps even too rational), but still, this almost meditative state of contemplation made me write, draw, think and position myself differently. I advised myself to become more and more bored…