New York, February 20, 1996

I am completely sick and couldn't pee so I force a gallon of cammomile tea into my body. The cat which is hosting me and sharing my calming loneliness is cruising around me and trying to get a bite each time when I go into the kitchen to get another bowl of this delicious brew. It is sitting right next to me holding the phone-line with its right hand as if it was it's job. Looking at me from time to time she makes a really important face. She is inspiring. She's called Mallina. I've been writing on the transitoriness of information and beauty. Too bad it is a commission so I can't publish it here. At one I met Dean and saw a marvelous exhibition at the African Museum. The Luba, an African tribe, didn't have a possibility for historical writing so they made little memory boards with beads, like a historical book. It was pretty magic, working since months now on my next project and suddenly getting an idea that could be a solution. Those memory boards are amazing and I found a little bead...