Naked or not, I’m a costume that moves, figurine with a face that changes. You could call me a mood. I begin cheerful but sometimes turn solemn when confronted with my own mythology (wolf in a cape, cat scratch on a cupboard door, mouse tail in the hand of a bland farmer’s wife, a drop of blood on her shoe). Today’s beginning ended in a dream. In a fantastical bed, a lover leaned in to kiss me just as I realized I was part machine, part primitive urge. I left the bed and said, You know, don’t you, not everyone is so disposed. And then I heard from inside my head, You should say, not everyone is so disposed to your utopia. Only then did I realize I’d been inexact. Even here there are scolds that tell you how to be. Sometimes they live inside. Naked or not, I am trying to tuck my arms invisibly behind my back so that all you can see are my breasts and my highly simplified head.

裸或不裸，我都是移动的戏装，是面孔不定的小泥人。你可以把我叫做“一种情绪”。我开始时会兴高采烈，而当我想到自己的神话时会突然变得严正肃穆（披着斗篷的狼，抓挠橱柜门的猫，老鼠尾巴握在相貌平平的农妇手中，一滴血在她的鞋上）。今天的开始结束于一个梦。在一张奇幻的床上，一个情人俯下身亲吻我，此时我意识到我一部分是机器，一部分是原始的冲动。我一边抚摸着床一边说，你知道，还是不知道，不是每个人都这么容易推倒。然后我听到自己脑袋里有个声音在说，你应当说，不是每个人都如此愿意倒向你的乌托邦。只有在这时我意识到我说得并不准确。即使此时也有教训你应当如何如何的咒骂声。有时它们活在我的深处。裸或不裸，我都在试图把手臂藏在背后，这样你看到的就只有我的乳房，和我极度简单化的脑袋。