The kingI dreamed we were in a far away absolutistic country. We were guests in a palace and we would get to watch the annual parade by the king. He held a march in the street, with many donkeys and other cute animals, and all the way in the back was a crocodile, as if to show that in his kingdom donkeys need not fear to be devoured by crocodiles. He was a small and fat man. The idea came to me to write a book with a first chapter from the king's perspective, the second chapter from the people's perspective, etcetera.
I saw a news report that the Israeli parliament wanted to allow governments of multiple political parties, because they felt that forming governments made of only two parties was too difficult. And I saw a poster with the following text: "Don't make time. Be that time." In the poster were a woman in a long coat and a dog, but on closer consideration the woman, just like the dog, appeared to be made out of plush. The woman was a plush ketchup-bottle.
A little while later we drove around in the city, in a double decker bus without a roof. From afar I could see sirens and shortly after that from the opposite direction police-motorcycles drove past us. The king was on the last of the motorcycles, a heavy trike.
Utrecht, Sunday 5 October 2008
