(tissue paper, fabric, silk thread, pencil)

This is a story I've mostly sewn over. It disappeared almost entirely. But I can tell you how it begins:

Samuel Beckettin näköinen nainen suutelee minua ovisyvennyksessä.* Sinä vedät siitä herneen nenään.**

A woman who looked like Samuel Beckett kissed me by the door.* You get all upset about it.**

(I like things that are no longer there where I left them, as long as they're word things, not phones or sandwiches.)

*purely fictional

**based on a true story