I live on the top floor of a big squat. I have persuaded a young woman to pose for me and the small drawings I have made I place in a small container, like a Japanese poetry box. After a group of people enter the room I fall asleep and later wake to find three are sitting round a table smoking dope. A light is on downstairs illuminating everything on the floor through the cracks between the floorboards.
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