28 aug. 2009


Draw the lines of what is left of me and put the paper away. Hide it and then forget about it. You will soon have to draw me on your body, remember my lines without that paper because they aren’t ordinary. I’ll be your forever lasting tattoo. All people will look at you and they will only see me, my lines, you are defined by me.

I beg of you: close the door and pull the drapes. It’s time!

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