I realized that the only possible response was to go to my wonderful local café, Maison Bertaux, check everyone was well, eat a little cake and then make art. To me, making art, and in particular public art, is always an assertion of our humanity and our strength.
This is the way the world really ends: not with whimper but a desperate chuckle.
It is in the nature of truth not to be at fault.
The other side of reverence is loathing.
I am the conscience of the 21st Century.
I have a fundamental faith in folk, that people are interesting and good.