She left me a message on Instagram saying that she hadn’t been around for a while because she had been hiding. I think of her, as I think of many of those whom I follow on that social media site. Some have died, others have or have had cancer. Some I know personally, most I don’t. It’s strange, some feel like friends. She certainly does, or, if not a friend someone that I care about. She spins of web of intrigue by the words that she uses to describe her life – always through drawings, always. As mine is. I hope that she is Ok and not under threat. She writes of bureaucracy, of rules and of landlords. I worry for her.
