The street is wild, untamed, and sometimes dangerous. Luckily, this little girl is protected by a sturdy baroque frame that not only surrounds her but shields her as well. She can peacefully drift away with her eyes closed, lost in her own pink cloud. “All that is valuable is defenseless,” wrote Lucebert. I understand what he meant, especially now that I have children. I’d love to protect them from everything, but that’s the wrong instinct. The wall I’d build around them would prevent them from truly living. Maybe I could suggest a baroque frame instead? It’s beautiful, with enough curls to gaze at for hours. This girl seems perfectly content with it. My daughters, I fear, would not be. That’s called letting go.