To remember 2017 is to drift through a psychedelic year.
So many transformative milestones, so many good things, so many projects.
So much.

To remember 2017 is to become lost in irrationality.
Of ventures, of video, photography, colour, object or moment.
So much.

To remember 2017 is to shed happy tears into the druid’s cauldron.
For people, animals, values, desires.
So many.

Christmas with family, sun, travel and love.
Kikas’s litter.
Home, time and devotion.
THE BIRTH OF OLÍVIA.
Francisco Camilo’s graffiti.
The world’s first Smart Resort.
The Algarve Meeting Place.
The dolls that fire people.
Work conversations.
Rui Correia’s animated website.
And a handful of other good things (and bad ones).

A wonderful year.

And for that alone,
I feel like pausing, breathing, feeling.

In this second part, I travel through this year in which I shed so many happy tears into the druid’s cauldron.