Last night whilst in my slumber, the dream came to me. What my men had perceived as a nightmare was false, the neon crochet bombs did not stalk me, but they were a guide to me. They steered and accompanied me through the desolate city. They opened up to me a vision, a possible restoration of sorts, a city enlightened by small works and wonders. And amongst this works and wonders were my crocheted bombs. Planted with the hopes that the eyes of the people might open and see and find their own ways of selflessly making the city glorious. When I woke, I had to tell my men, explain the vision. They rejoiced!
