SHE INVITED ME over, she said she wanted to do something that would embarrass and humiliate her boyfriend. She had dark hair and looked a little bit like Margarita Simonyan though thankfully smelled better. We cuddled in a rather standard contemporary bedroom on beige sheets, the whole place buzzing with air conditioning, but I felt the natural desire to flee. I hid out in a neighboring building where there was a hair salon. Later, I took a boat and arrived at Junibacken in Stockholm, with a whole troupe of travellers. They took photographs.
Here I found a curious pillow, one that if you held onto it would lift you up in the air, as if you were flying. I grabbed hold of the Junibacken pillow and flew up into the air, floating beside the clocktower’s clock. While I was up there, I waved down at the other travellers, and then I saw Igrayne standing in the corner. She asked me to let go of my flying pillow and to come down and dance with her. I gladly danced with Igrayne. Later we made love passionately, but Igrayne stiffened and had unhealed father wounds and stared away into the remote distance.
I held her from behind but it was just no use.
north! 