I don’t know who you are. Once I knew you very well, but I don’t remember when. You are far away. I don’t know where you are, but you are far away. You live down the street. We haven’t talked since I don’t know when, but you live down the street. I saw you again last week, and you were still the same. I don’t know what you are, but you seemed still the same. But you, I see you every week. We cry; we shake our heads. We eat; we sleep. I see you every week.

20 December 1973