dear dragon...i still read their writings and i cannot control them anymore--i want to give an end to all these stories but then if i do, who is going to keep me company in the long nights? i will never be able to write the chart of the stars and i will go on walking in the octagon room, with the inside of the pendulum staring at me..the stories should never finish even if that means that i will have to make up more for them..and swans, i need more swans close to the lake and a girl practising yoga by the baby-swans and their mother looking at her..with ...indignation--or suspicion..