I am flowing again— I have lost my fears, my anguishes. I have multiple desires, curiosities, interests. I can be everywhere.

“He is my music, my dance, my wine, my sea, my mountain, my fever.”

“All I can say is that I am mad about you.”

“In the meantime, I am inventing your presence.”

There are women’s voices that sound like poetic, unearthly echoes. Then they change. The eyes change. I believe that all these legends about people changing into animals at night – like the stories of the werewolf, for instance – were invented by men who saw women transformed at night – from idealized, worshipful creatures into animals and thought that they were possessed.

“It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see.”

“In the meantime, I am inventing your presence.”

I want to be alone with someone else who wants to be alone.