Recently, two days after this title landed, months after the painting itself, i dreamed that, after looking for three free seats on the all train, having got off and dropped behind a low bush a bunch of beautiful red roses wrapped in craft paper, this in order to have my hands free and to avoid being spotted by two armed security guards posted at a distance along the track, i climbed back through the window by hoisting myself up along a thick metallic cable until colleagues tipped me inside the coach. Knowing i would forget, i got up and scribbled my dream on a piece of paper in the dark light of a window before going back to bed; and later that day i reflected on the conclusion that in general one would rather have some influence over something, no matter what, however insignificant it is, instead of none at all.