"love, a few people I know always tell me you look so upset all the time, is everything alright? are you sad?"
no, but I am not happy either. and I am not concerned with happiness either way - only with being interesting. times with you are my leisurely escapes to far-off places : you are my istanbul, my tokyo, my mercury, my saturn. darling adonis, you are my dreams, the sleep which frees me, quietly, from my persona.