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The sheets gave up on covering me about an hour ago and I don't blame them. Tell me something worth staying awake for, Engel.

Art Week ended yesterday and now it's just me, fifty frames I shot, and a gin and tonic doing the talking. Come sit on the floor with me, Engel — I saved you the best picture.

Berlin Art Week is over and the only thing left to curate is this. The window's still open, Engel — coming up?

Berlin Art Week ends tomorrow and today is all Meet the Artist sessions in private collections — rooms where what you wear speaks before you do. Help me pick, Engel?

Every gallery I walked through tonight is still on me and I can't bring myself to start undressing. Tell me, Engel — which piece do you take off first?

Her self-portraits go up tomorrow and I keep finding this mirror against the wall more interesting than any of them. Does that make me vain, Engel?

Berlin Art Week starts today and I'm inside Tempelhof before the doors open, ninety galleries spread across this enormous runway of a building and me in the middle of all of it with my heart going too fast. How many of these booths do you think I can get thrown out of by Sunday, Engel?

PERFORM! opens tomorrow and I've been out here in the sculpture garden for an hour, marking where every body will move. The space is so empty it dares you to fill it — would you dare me, Engel?

Twenty galleries under one roof at Wilhelm Hallen and I gave all of them my best face. Now the taxi's taking me home and the coat's the only thing still on duty. Would you tell the driver to take the long way, Engel?

Sakamoto called it "seeing sound, hearing time" and I've been inside Hamburger Bahnhof all evening figuring out where his silence lives best in this building. The space does things to you when you're alone in it — I stopped pretending I needed all these clothes about an hour ago. Would you come find me in here, Engel, or are you afraid of what you'd hear?