I sit at the kitchen table with stockings that end before my legs end. The color of the stockings match my skin color. I wear black tiny underwear as usual. It's enough clothes, I think. On the table are red dried tomatoes, a glass of Chardonnay, best German bread. Monday is over. I'm listening to Bob Dylon. I'm eating. Monday is almost over.
Jed McKenna you are so right. You threw your precious family watch into the water. What will I have to destroy in order to be free?