You know of incidents where people looking at plants and the plants die? Once up at my place in Aripo, a young girl walking to the shop stopped to stare at a plant in my yard. She stayed there a while and said how beautiful it was. The next morning I woke up, and it was dead. I take things into consideration when ‘arting’ myself. So too the space is also ‘arting’ me. I have to be on my guard. Particularly now.