I like the blue in the painting. It’s not even a painting, just an illustration. I like the blue and it doesn’t matter what it depicts. A ferry drowned in an ocean. People hanging in rooms captured with a mobile. I didn’t watch it. I didn’t even press the play button. All I did was scrolling slowly over the feet of those kids. Keep calm and stay where you are. No one came for rescue. I imagine a fifty meter corridor connecting blue sky and darker blue bottom. Locked inside a giant jump. Locked inside my head. I didn’t even press the play button. A filmstrip flickers and all I can do is liking the blue.