SIGNES

I was ten years old when the attacks on the World Trade Center happened, and I remember that day quite well. At the same time as I was absorbing all the images imposed on me by television, I was discovering the new freedom of surfing online.

Brush off negative energy. Pluck, sprinkle and grab. Scissors, cut your hair. Gloss and mouth noises. Rain/drip and wipe/squeeze face. Tell you a secret (inaudible). Telling you a story and grabbing/caressing you. Grasping objects.

Sometimes in the evening, before I go to bed, I have a chat with Rachel. I try to make her understand what I'm going through, but it's not easy. She's very self-centred.