I see an image, I see an image before me. I think of when I’m happy. When I’m with myself, in my own thoughts, it’s often in a movement. I go for a walk, and it’s the end of May and it’s green and I see something, there’s something mocking among the reeds, and I’m not really sure what it is. For a moment it looks like a small, small mini-boat...

It is easy to think, I’ve got this now, but then I think you can lose it. I used to think that you didn’t have to work too much on it if it was right, because the feeling’s there, because otherwise it’s unromantic, if you have to be strategic and think about how to behave, but I believe, rather, that you have to. Not to take it for granted.