A week after the opening of this quite normal, though nicely designed exhibition I had a dream. In a space similar to this one I'm building/creating of my book a dragon. The books are its body, the books are the scales of its skin... At first I regretted I hadn't had this dream a month earlier. Then I was really glad it hadn't happened so. I would have tried to make such a dragon while it had been too early, much too early. The right moment hasn't come yet.