Johan de Wit



Once upon a time there was a dead man. He had been dead from the beginning. Not only was he not told to come to terms with growing files in his allotment he was also sold as an afterthought. Alone off and to the bone. Once it dawned on him that he was dead there was nothing else for him to do than write it out. Redundant was the word he coined. For that he paid in advance with his life.