“The Council will eventually turn into a giant madhouse where lunatics will not know they're crazy, because everything will be normal […]. If you say I'm crazy and imagine that I am the captain of the ship, they are not going to treat me in that mental hospital, but will give me a boat and entrusted my command. If you are nuts, and you think you are commander of the army, doctors will not undeceive but will give you the army and send you to a battlefield. You see, instead of being repressed, madness shall be made socially useful.”

Section from the book “Stories about cyclists" by Svetislav Basara

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A hand drawn version of the "Flying madhouse" digital collage in this collection.

Pencils, watercolour, ink on paper, 100 x 70, 2016.