Far from where I am, it’s a Japanese temple. There are different statues, with offerings, a bottle of sake, a mummy of an old monk. And a woman’s hair, long and dark, fixed to the wall with nails. It has very tiny gold particles in it, like a dust of eternity. I approach it and touch them delicately with the extremity of my fingers but I now cannot pull out my fingers from the hair, I am fixed to it. I physically become a part of the woman’s hair. The hair now begins to cover my entire body. I disappear completely into the hair from which the body of a woman appears, her skin is bare and I see a red spot, and she stands over me. Then lies on top of me, bare skin against bare skin. Her hair intricately fused with mine.