A Hema Lunch

Ideas really are cheap. Good ones aren’t, but I’m simply too shy to do most of the thoughts that pop up in my mind, even if I wish I could. So for now I’m stuck having the thoughts -- and that’s no shame, they’re good thoughts. And I won’t share any; you may steal them. I live in a very beautiful city, which I often walk through. As a result, I get so many thoughts about going into different buildings -- this, too, doesn’t feel safe enough, so they stay in my head. Now I’ll take one of those and share it with you. I know I said I wouldn’t, which I don’t take lightly -- it makes me a liar; I do so because I have to, as this painting was about the thought. While walking through my city, a flashback hit me hard. There “I” was, well, teenage me, my sister, and her ex-boyfriend, talking about an idea I would later develop into a song. In the background of that conversation was a great perspective. I had to revisit it. You may wonder why I decided to act on this thought, if I’m so shy: well, my girlfriend scares away all the monsters. I’m not sure how she does it, as she looks more cute than mean, but it’s true. It’s not my job to question science, so I won’t. We went into the Hema in the Den Bosch centrum to eat some lunch. This is not an advertisement; the food was yummy, and the view was great, exactly how I remembered it. I’ve eaten there, probably at least a handful of times, over the last decade of my life. So I’ve happily lived a reclusive life. Now with her, I get to experience all these calm moments of almost-adventure, and I’m grateful, though I wish I could appreciate the moments more. Even capturing them for these paintings doesn’t help that much. They end up feeling more like vague dreams than history.