I had a dream about you. I was a painter, and you were a nude banana. You wanted me to paint you in a still life, and I asked you to put some peels on. Your nudity made me feel naked as a person. Also having no clothes on made me feel naked, and that’s why I couldn’t see you, because seeing you made me see who I was as a man and as a fruit. I’m more banana than baby carrot, if you know what I mean.