In the warm house of her, mmm, I do think my nose looks a bit less broken. But I can never really know what my MIRROR FACE looks like, because I’m always making it. And I’m always forgetting something after love in the morning, forgetting my lunch or a water bottle, so I’m either hungry or thirsty or really full of something I haven’t yet named. My beard is getting long. And my hair, my stupid light hair that I never used to like, how light it is, like a head full of feathers that drifted into the bedroom of some foreign loveliness – and decided to stay.