We’re toast: love one another

22-09-2020

This is one of a series. I was in Las Vegas, walking along the lake outside the Bellagio Hotel in the morning. A stone ‘bridge’ seperates the lake from the boulevard and someone had laid a slice of white bread on each boulder. And written lyrical words in red ink. All I could think was: we’re toast. This was my last work trip before corona, but little did I know.