Here they are. Ludo is Ludo and Vera is Vera but sometimes I call her ‘tiet’ because that’s her nickname. Vera will be here to feed me. I drink from her nipple or I’ll milk her and fill my bowl of cereals. Often when I’m sitting here, Ludo touches my back to let me know he’s here.

In this room I have five people. To me, they are family. I enter them like a sleeping bag. An arm that hugs me. A shoulder to cry on. It’s an emptiness that’s being filled. They all go together. It would be a shame not to be able to interact with these beings the same way I have been doing all this time.