I painted a self-portrait. I painted my head like a broken gong. It was very bronze, like those circles around saints from back in the day of blood and bread and lions. I took the portrait outside to show it the world it now lived in. After some time we walked to the beach. After we walked to the beach I took myself swimming. I saw a man wading slowly into the water. I showed him my broken gong and he told me to leave him alone. He said he wasn’t a fan of broken gongs and he didn’t appreciate the fact that I had painted my head to look like one. I began to cry and a shark bit the man’s leg off.