August 27th, 2004

My fan asked me "How is your evening?"
It was the end of my world.
It was the beginning of my world.
It was so simple, so complex, so.....

And now,
the space and time accumulate
and my evening is boring, lonely, without my fan,
without my friend, without love, without futurity.

I'll survive, as will my fan, differently, without our easy way
of being
without our easy way of loving