Today is May 1st.
It´s been 71 days since we last spoke. I can imagine what you are thinking. This day of all days, this year of all years, this place of all places, there´s no way in hell you´d be in a museum. You´re thinking that you thought I knew you better. You´re thinking that I´d have a better shot reaching you if I ran to the roof with a bullhorn and shouted out into the city streets. But I´ve done that my sweet, for the last 70 days. I´ve shouted to you on every corner from Wall Street to 155th. I yelled into a microphone, a megaphone and a bullhorn. I´m leaving these words because I know there´s a change you might find your way to this room. Can you fault me for trying something new? Where are you my love? Why won´t you send me some word?
Och nu är jag i Värmland. I ett mysigt hus med mönstrade tapeter, broderade bonader och pinnstolar