You know what I like? Do you? Is it something that is written somewhere in a book on a page in my genes, inside of your head, under the skin of the palm of your hand, or in your chest? Is my preference something that was given to me by the places I come from or is it something that will define where I will ultimately gravitate to, will I close the door on this life with a smile on my face, looking forward, or facing the past? Do you know what I like? Can you imagine what I like. Could it be something you would like to like? Do you think I know what I like, is it possible to know that, really? Do you think that what I like will be a discovery, something I will not even be able to imagine until we meet... again, maybe you and me, maybe us and the moment that will glow with joy, just you in a moment that will bring incredible happiness to me? Hmm... or are the things I long for in the past? Are there these moving images behind my eyelids, these tiny pieces of reality that will be the ones that will make me smile when I look down the street in 50 years or so? If there will be a me in 50 years from now.

The sequence of drawings today is a bit like a question and an answer. I am not quite sure if they were intended this way. They are, after all, just the consecutive pages of a book.
Do I like to watch? Hmm... yes, but only if watching is not limited to the eyes... and I actually like to see as well, not just watch. I like to be an active viewer sometimes, sometimes passive... oh, I think I am not only giving away too much, I might be fueling your imagination...
What do you like?