trip aside diary (I)

Great light. Full moon. The eyes keep looking way beyond the window. And then he smiled; the arch of upper lip was changing. “When you’re looking at me, what do you like most?” “Your jaw line. Well defined. Brisk and thin…" And eyes. And smile. And collarbone And shoulder line… It will be an excellent exhibition. By far. A magnificent theater of shadows they said. We are all haunted by shadows. Blades and collars hidden in the perfect whiteness of linen.
The light is gone.
So am I.