My darling, I'm waiting for you, how long is a day in the dark, or a week? The fire is gone now, and I'am horribly cold. I really ought to drag myself outside but then there would be the sun... I'm afraid I waste the light on the paintings and on writing these words...
We die we die rich with lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we've entered and swum up like rivers. Fears we've hidden in - like this wretched cave.
I want all this marked on my body. Where the real countries are. Not the boundaries drawn on maps with the names of powerful men.
I know you'll come carry me out into the... palace of winds, the rumors of water... That's what I've wanted: to walk in such a place with you. With friends, on earth without maps.
The lamp has gone out and I'm writing in the darkness...

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