After waking up this morning, I drew all the way to work. Though my heart was crowded with sparks, I looked as composed as ever the moment I started working. I even did some mental counseling for several people.
In the evening, Kai and I practiced drawing portraits for each other. It then occurred to me that 31 years ago, my parents had the epiphany that I was Picasso incarnate when they saw my first drawing. They immediately sent me to a studio for fear that my talent might be left in oblivion. They didn't know that better than making me Picasso, the seed has become my gigantic mental support.
I hope Kai will think of me in the same way in thirty years...