Of course, I'm Vivian Oblivion by choice, so I wasn't aware there was a big work party today for a bazillion friends organising artwork for my show. Looper went down there because she was excited to have the opportunity to see so many paintings I'd kept hidden in stacks for years. She said she had a bit of a flipped-out feeling: "What are they doing with all of Vivian's paintings?" I twigged what was going on: "It's like an estate sale. Well that's cool. I've gone on to another dimension." We talked - she said I shouldn't slip away, I said I had to go where I was having fun. I am not able to be in the world as I once was, and I can't interact very well with objects, so I think it's good that my paintings have the chance to go out and find homes. I won't be around forever (unless the world ends really soon, which is a possibility).

I think the idea of a kind of estate sale is very interesting. It's a bit unfortunate that Ebenezer Scrooge springs to mind. I can't think of anyone else who was present for the dispersal of his or her worldly goods.