This is as strange an image as I'm likely to post all week ... I was trying to take a picture of a pencil that I bought in Brighton Pavillion with an end in the shape of one of the little domes - and the pencil barrel is like 1820s wallpaper, for that matter. It looked particularly good where Alice had propped it up against the bathroom mirror. It's both a souvenir ... and some kind of symbol for the strangeness of time the day after returning from a transatlantic trip. But the symbolism has become overloaded and confused by the insistence of Walter Gomez in getting in on the action and posing inside the washbasin ... I guess he feels as confused as anyone by our comings and goings.