Dear Mike, tried reaching you yesterday.
Horrible things are happening. Feeling like shit for already 21 days.
War in Ukraine, this is the first war for me, that is so close.
Thought about the cold times in our studio in the Hague, when we lived all together.
No shower, no heating, sleeping bags. Music, dinners, friends.
Humanness is what keeps us alive.
I remember making this window with a plane crush for you.
Feel like my plane is crushing now, good times to appreciate all the good places with people in different times.
Happy to be alive today.