We are in the big office on the outskirts of Bern, a warehouse by the river converted into a business space for Eiger’s in-town business. The reception is here because Kircheisen does not open its doors until the actual festival and we are still in the art foreplay.

I do not really know the art world but Charlie does. Charlie before she murdered a woman and opted in to the Demons was a kind of a rising star of making pictures with a pencil, although in fact it is a stylus, and as well as being an internationally wanted criminal Charlie also still writes and draws an independent comic book called Giant Egg, which is all the time winning awards. In Giant Egg all the usual superhero and supervillain crap happens except that at the given point in the action at which generally a guy in black and a woman with hip dysplasia would kapow all the bad guys instead a huge midbrown egg the size of a compact car smashes through the ceiling and does nothing at all. No one knows what Giant Egg’s power set is because as soon as this happens the dynamic of the situation changes and the bad guys just stare at the egg and reconsider their life choices. Giant Egg’s silent and motionless inexplicability stretches out over them. I have asked Charlie about Giant Egg and what it means and Charlie says it is a reflection of our interiority.

Charlie’s interiority has recently secured a merchandising deal and now you can buy shirts and mugs and your own plushie Giant Egg full of crushing uncertainty to hug while you sleep.

Charlie speaks art and now so do I. It is not hard to speak art mostly it is body language and occasionally you have to say something is fraught or unachieved or if you are feeling really nasty you can say it is ludic. No one knows what ludic means so they will either panic and agree or use another word such as composed and then you can discuss whether composed is really the right word until they go away.

Do not say postmodern because although no one knows what that means either almost everyone thinks they do.

Frau Désirée is thin like a garden rake and ageless. A lot of Swiss people are ageless. They hit fifty and that’s all the aging they’re prepared to take and if age wants to do more than that it can fucking come in person and it better come loaded for bear.