I feel odd and strange: as if someone from the future has breezed into my room. From a point of light in a grey sky he comes. He has broken wings and sunken eyes, but smiles and caresses my face with warm hands. And he says…no, his eyes say…”All your life. All your life.”

(With acknowledgement to Lennon / McCartney)

[Art by Francis Picabia- “The infinity of God”