Literature is my mistress, music my wife.
I was in some distress. I called my (real life) specialist who is very hard to get a hold of and didn't reach him. I was running frantically up a street and crying and telling him I was going to kill myself. I got a woman who might have been his secretary and she said it was okay, and that I could be admitted to hospital if I needed to be.
Thu
Oscar Wilde was being put in prison for being a homosexual. I was outraged and confused. I saw other people being imprisoned for similar such reasons and the conditions in which they were kept were atrocious.
Once I saw that they were keeping animals in disgusting conditions, I began to cry.
Sat
There was a beautiful Japanese woman. I wanted to kiss her, so I did. She tasted of dark chocolate and for some reason, her face was rough, as if I were kissing a man who had stubble.
In order to be closer to her, I had to drag this massive water hose along a road in the night. I can't remember what for exactly but it had to stretch to another house.
In said house, I had a lover. He was a very good sort, but at some stage I did something wrong - unintentionally and he decided to leave me. I became incredibly distraught and kept trying to tell him that it was a mistake, I didn't mean to cause offence. He didn't care and left me.
* * * I had a laptop on and several people had tried to leave me messages on my IM client. One of them was Z. I tried talking to him, but it was like talking to a robot. All of a sudden, information about his new game flooded through. I couldn't understand why he waited a year to make contact and why it was all stilted and automated.
