I was not prepared to that! Overload is the name of a movie my sons and I went to see… or to avoid watching. I sat with my hands over my eyes during the whole show feeling when my sons were petrified and choked., jumping from their places… we were 3 in the bio, nobody’´else was crazy enough.
I always come back to this one... it reminds me of self portraits I once saw, from a painter who suffered from dementia. Heartbreaking to see how he faded in his later portraits. 🥺