09 May 2008

The art student expressed his wish to review a different close up photograph of my body everyday, for the next fourteen days while I am away.

Guessing, he says, will be the cure to his yearning.

I packed Liam Finn into my iPod. Music has become such a staple in our relationship that it is almost impossible to suppress a grin whenever I hear Mariah Carey's Butterfly, or to not feel handicapped when Beck is playing on the stereo. Your music is so different from mine, you never appreciated jazz, but like a jazz piece, our relationship harmonized on the oddest chords and strangest time signatures.

The fourteen pictures are not ready. I never liked photographing myself.

But whenever I think of you, I will remember to take a photograph of my immediate surroundings. We will work out a way to jazz up the accidental.

D woke up at 5/09/2008 12:21:00 PM [comment]

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