The other night I had a dream about hanging out with someone I don't like. Outside their window, a neighbor had painted, directly on the side of their own house, a mural depicting this person as a prison warden.

Imagine living next door to someone who is, over a series of days, gessoing, sketching out in chalk, laying out the flats, then detail painting, a mural-sized unflattering cariacture of you, such that every time you look outside your bedroom window, you are forced to see it.