
oh you don't want another sloth bear in your bed, do you! i have a
dream of sleeping in your apartment, it's a sunny spring or summer
morning, and you take pictures of my unshaven face and post them in
your journal along with some silly happy verses. i imagine your room
crowded with furniture, little figurines and other junk, and all is in
dark red tones in the room and bright and yellow outside. probably i'm
your first lover, and everything is new to you - just having a man
sleeping in your room is strange and exciting. and it's that moment of
absolute happiness, when we don't have to know each other well and we
don't even know whether we can get along well yet (and probably we
can't as it usually turns out), but for a short while everything is in
perfect balance, it's impossible to be unhappy or cynical. and i
imagine you going outside, down some staircase, and walking along the
street to a train station. i imagine your feelings more than mine in
that dream, somehow. it's my attempt to reconstruct your love affair
and a theme for masturbation, two in one ha-ha