Most of the time just a little mouse. Preferably even invisible. But no doubt, very sweet, like rice dumplings. It’s me. Scared? A lot. Of what? I don’t know…everything. Just a little mouse, but capable of shutting down everything personal, takes a deep breath, and disappears. Now this is the very result:

But when not present, it still has form, smell, colour, texture, and still generates feelings, even desire.

In between fears and raw freshness. Has no constant presence – only vibrating  attributes. It’s me.