I remember being very tired. All these unrealised methodics, all I wanted was a beautiful sensation of peace and well-being, expressed in a late evening scene. If it were American – a golden field in summer. English – the corner of some lazy meadow.

Wherever it was, with a soft breeze reassuring me of reality.

So it is, the time has come for the sun to set on this venture. It will be replaced, in due time, with more tender seeds. With less self and more beauty. And no more downward glances at nothing.

Farewell.