Elsewhere there is a photo of my Nike Blazer Hi green suede shoes, my right foot moving moodily in the shadows; an appetite whetting, back-of-the-mouth wetting delicious Swedish prinsesstårta, with lights and candles; two stills of the moonlight off the motorway; an abandoned cigarette carton, nicely yellow; and one hellacious imaginative shot of a modern communication system, its sterile form both elaborated and offset by the blue shaft coming in through the window.
This was also the moment when I posted on Instagram two watercolour sketches painted from the rear balcony of my Amsterdam apartment: one showing an apartment view, the other two sheds in autumn.