Those who lose their keys gain a little space in their pockets

Six planets have lined up in the sky. I am reading André Barbault’s predictions from the 1960s for the period 2026–2030. According to him, this summer will be crucial in the awakening of humanity, there will be significant changes in the system, wars will be rejected, and society will become more just. What is supposed to precede this is what we are experiencing right now. All sorts of scenarios are running through my head. Then I remember that today is the deadline to join the Brno Art Week program. In the studio we have agreed to participate by reading our diaries. Now we have to quickly come up with a title and an annotation. On the table is a postcard from Malá Inventura with the inscription “Wait for the others.” But there’s no time for that. I open Paul Cox’s book and randomly turn to a chapter titled “Those who lose their keys gain a little space in their pockets,” which he borrowed from Alexandre Delaye. The whole chapter is about how it’s good when things don’t turn out the way we plan. I decided to borrow the sentence for the title of the event. Now for the blurb.