The Cookie Man and the Sad Girl
Erotic fantasy etched between torrents of rain in a grassy valley. Darjeeling tea and cookies await.
To you who are sleeping on the train, unknown, untamed, unclaimed, untouched but by the pain that lingered on your sleeping lips as you sit by the window and the rain, to you I write these words so you may suffer them, as I have suffered your sad beauty. While you sleep alone, I dream awake... When the walls of our train have vanished and we have been abandoned in this green valley in the rain, you will find comfort in my...