I don’t vote but focus my civic voice in daily ecological actions.
Like you, I am gradually heading into a vegetarian life, which at the time I remember allowed you to justify to the most cynical ones, your eager taste for morning baths. Some of my best memories of mornings spent, are with you listening to France culture in your living room smelling of fresh coffee while you were soaking. My visits to Paris were always illuminated by my short stays on the sofa of your old apartment in the 18th district that I loved so much.
While I am writing to you, a photographic series comes to mind - that of a woman who drowns in her bath, a contemporary version of Ophelia - to be read as a feminist project on mental load and the popular concept of hysteria which is attached to it.
Are you still taking baths?
Berlin April 26th 2020.