I am here, with a mirror, in one of the dimensions of time. I am not sure which one anymore. They appear to mingle.
When I look down at the live webcam image of my telephone the sun is there, but when i look up it's cloudy.
A police officer on a motorcycle stops and politely asks me the get off the street. Back on the sidewalk I look down at my screen again to see him and i talk.
Ps my mother took screenshots from live webcams in and around Amsterdam when I signaled with a mirror to her. Suddenly I realise Trump must have had a mother to.
Thanks to Tamar van Haastrecht. Renda Van der Burg, Poike Stomps, Marianne beuken en Femke Dee