Today I get to visit Don Quixote, again. I have read some of the book in Russian when I was 10 or something, and I didn’t really understand what the book was about, but I got enamored by the idea of things being alive, like windmills being giants, for example. I used to see faces everywhere, faces and heads, and hands, and eyes.
This painting by Octavio Ocampo captures my childhood in one image. EVERYTHING IS A MONSTER OF SOME KIND AND IT WILL KILL YOU IF YOU WON’T KILL IT FIRST. I guess that’s why things in my books like to eat other things. What charming bedtime stories.