My art class before the Coronavirus.
I dreamed about it last night–I was teaching, and there was this really brilliant student who did everything perfectly.
As I went to take a closer look at her work, I woke up.
What really happened was that I had fallen asleep with my music playing. And what really woke me up was Peter Tosh, singing,
There is hope.
We may still have art classes the way we used to after the end of this crisis.
But if that is not possible, we’ll just eat, sleep and dream about “the good ol’ days.”
According to an old African proverb, the downfall of a MAN is not the end of his LIFE.
I think that’s an African proverb, right?