On a railway station, a policeman wants to talk to me. I’m extremely open and friendly with him. I know I’ve done nothing wrong. He wants to talk to Chris Kenworthy, too. I’m happy to put him in touch with Chris, confident that he’ll have nothing to hide either. He’ll never come here, I say, but he’ll talk to you.
Shortly after, Chris is there. For some reason, looking at Chris, I picture the cover of the Fetish anthology edited by John Yau. Maybe the jacket photo is reproduced on Chris’s T-shirt or something.
Later, walking into a magazine editorial office. Looking forward to a day’s work. I pass the editor’s desk and reach my own, where I dump my bag. It’s all a bit old fashioned. Big paper proofs everywhere. (11/07/09)