I had a vivid dream the other night. I was walking around at a raucous amusement park arm-in-arm with myself. We were having the time of our lives, being messy and loud and laughing till we cried. I’m a lonely person, and I have always had to rely on my own company for entertainment and solace. The T-shirt on the right says “Me=2” and I think of my cousin and good friend Pierre when I see jester hats. Here’s a pencil sketch of what I can remember.