Smell of Kerosene

My father-in-law, although blind in one eye and sometimes, conjures stories from his imagination and talks like it was reality; still paints the wall. I think it is something he had always been doing and probably it's like a compulsive behaviour.  The religious figures he had displayed and painted, ranged from Goddess of Mercy (Guan Ying), to Mother Mary, to Jesus, and then he'll loop the figures all over again. All sorts of colours he painted them. There was once I saw the same Guan Ying figure being painted entirely blue, then entirely black, then entirely red, then pink, and finally entirely gold. After that, it was gone. Don't know how he traded it or discarded it. Over the course of months, his activities carry on. Sometimes he would also bag our big bag of recycle-trash, I don't know if he barter trades the trash or not but he would be very quiet, sneaking the recycle-trash out from the house. So anyway, it is okay.