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beauty, history, the freshest air,

no money though.

So between these residencies – which lasted a

week, two weeks, a month sometimes – I was on my

cousin’s sofa –

a buyer for a department store, a failed violinist,

an insomniac –

the space in which I slept was the space in which

she was always and very awake.

Main light.

Infernal, main light, Ava.

I tried to overlap these stays away as best I

could, but week by week, month by month, I was either

in some beautiful house – a guest, an interloper – or

attempting sleep on my cousin’s lumpy sofa

while she

paced around the room,

talked anxiously,

chain-smoked,

and played Ysaÿe with a sort of

vengeful vigour.

You play so well! I’d say, my eyes half-

closed. My brain a desiccated mulch.

Everywhere I was slightly in the way.

Everywhere I felt indebted and

embarrassed,

still,

to wander through the topiary at night,

to take a flower, specked with dew and gently turn

its head and gaze into its face,

to don white gloves and leaf the archives…

bliss, Ava.

And a response was all they needed –

something they could put into

their newsletter – proof of artistic nourishment and its

rewards – a modest harvest they could lay before their

funders.

I’m not complaining, Ava.

I mean –

technically I am,

Are sens

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