I came across the painting of the eagle by chance. It was hanging in the display window of this gallery I sometimes visit and a small group of children were standing on the footpath pointing at it. It’s like it’s going to die, one of them said. It is falling. We are all falling, one of the children said. But no one takes the bait. It’s like it’s going to end up in a million pieces. Kaboom, the first child said, slapping his palms together and exploding them for effect.