I Open The Doors To My Dreams

It's the 1960s. My parents are still alive and live in the sleepy village where I grew up, not far from Rotterdam. Nevertheless, I'm not a kid; I'm the adult I am today. Which means I’m older than my parents while still being their son. I feel I'm here in the past to make certain observations, though I have no idea what or who to observe. My parents have decided to use their tiny VW Beetle to go on a short holiday to Paris, and they wanted me to go with them. My mother invited several neighbors and friends, while my father invited his cousins from Rotterdam. Everyone is allowed to bring their spouses. When departure time arrives, it's quite the crowd that gathers around the VW. Even though the car is small on the outside, it is huge on the inside. Everyone fits in easily, and there's ample room for the luggage that everyone brought along. But people brought more than just luggage. It was feared that the French would have peculiar culinary tastes, so everyone

I have been quite successful in my new job, which is to decorate airplanes with moving images. I create photographs and digital images and stick them on every airplane visiting the airport. The rules for the airlines are straightforward: no images - no landing rights. I have the full support of the management.  My images are rectangular, roughly two by three meters. They are made from living pixels that can move across any surface. The images move horizontally across the body of the airplane, from tail to cockpit and back again along the other side. So, even when the plane stands still, it looks like it is moving. People love it!  Previously, people had made it clear they found airplanes boring, and as a result the number of visitors, travelers and flights at the airport had started to decrease. My moving images have stopped this downward trend. They make people smile. They hypnotize people. They make people stay longer at the airport, consume more, and travel more often. My employers