When the phone rang I knew it would be you, so I picked up and hur-riedly said hello it’s you you how are you? I was in a rush and so were you so then we both ended up laughing. I said how are you doing and you said how are you doing, as if that’s all we had to say. It’s been years. (Well right now I’m watching a French film, Un homme et une femme.) How’s your man? He’s sleeping, this is what I do every day when I get home, watch him sleep. What’s his name again? Can’t say it out loud it’ll wake him up. He’s like me personality wise but he has more in common with you, that’s why he’s so boring. At night there are 1000 Airplanes on the Roof. I can’t believe we’re talking about this thousands of miles apart. In the came country but so far away. That so-and-so strapped a mike to her glasses and used her head as a drum, I should be doing that too. When I wake up in the middle of the night I tell myself this is art, this is art’s nebulous meaning and limitations. Don’t say that, you believe in what you do, you don’t have a choice. If you didn’t believe in it how could we ever have met. (Are we going to see each other?) I don’t know maybe when both of us know what we’re doing we can swap locations. Yes let’s. How are you doing. Take care. September 14th
致友人
電話響的時候知道是你，拿起的時候就趕快說喂是你
你你好嗎。然後又太趕你又在趕於是你我都笑了。我
問喂你怎樣啦你答你怎樣啦才真，彷彿問問怎樣啦對
方便好了。我們多少年沒有見了。(我在看一齣叫一個
男人和一個女人的法國電影。) 男人怎樣啦。在睡，
每天回來都看他睡。噢他叫乜乜東。不可以說，一說
他便醒。他的性情跟我相像興趣跟你相類，所以沉悶
得不得了。晚上常有一千隻飛機在天花板。想不到我
們跑了十萬八千哩談這些。在相同的國卻這麼遠。那
個誰綁個話筒在眼鏡以頭當鼓我也想。午夜醒來告訴
自己這便是藝術了它底渺茫的意義與限制。別怨如果
你相信你所做的你根本沒有選擇對不對。如果不相信
你我怎會遇上。(我們有機會見面嗎。) 我不知道也許
在你我知道自己在幹啥的時候可以互相交換地方了。
好嗎。你好嗎。保重。九月十四
