Santos, Painter

    I am in an art gallery, we are having this exhibition.Then suddenly everyone runs away in all directions, an absolute mess. And nobody would tell me what was happening. Everybody runs. Not only people –– also words, letters, sentences, question marks, all around me. The taxis and trains don’t work, so we keep running until we are out of town. Then suddenly I am back in the city, in the gallery. But there is nothing. Everything is empty.