How about with the next headthing/k you imagine some bathingsuit-weather?
Then - with the latter in your suitcase - you could visit a medium-size township. There you position yourself next to one of the only traffic lights this conglomerate of houses and people possesses. What you could do after you waited here for a little while (how long that should be is up to you):

1.Position some palmtreeleaves on top of the traffic light (of course you had put them next to the bathingsuit-weather in your suitcase).
2.Then take off all your cloth (except your bathing shorts of course).

I’m not quite sure, but it might overwrite some of the bad memories w/ funny new ones.

Und sowieso nicht einmal mein Flügel besitzt diesen federeweichen Umarmapparat that I wish would hold me. How stiff then must Mr. Piano be?

Ihnen Badehosenwetter wünschend,
Mr. Pelikan
Reisekaufmann aus Buxtehude