February 22, 2009

Dream before morning: I went to Harry Johnston for a massage. When I entered his house it was empty, most of the furniture removed. A strange couple appeared, nervous and diffident. When I asked where Harry was, they smiled uncomfortably at me, as though unsure whether I should be told. Harry once said to me, “You deflect friendship,” one of the comments made to me which I have turned over most obsessively in my mind