No. 75: June 1971

The painters

In a huge empty apartment, no doubt Denis B.’s. Gisèle lived across from an even bigger apartment (wasn’t it that big, the place on rue de l’Assomption?).


I’m sleeping on the bare floor, on a mattress with no frame. In the next room J.L., or R.K., is typing on my typewriter.


Are we mad at each other? I pretend to be asleep. They move about not far from me and eventually leave.


Maybe S.B. will show up a bit later and slide under the sheets next to me?


Very quickly, a crowd takes over the apartment.


Above all, four painters who, though the apartment seems rather clean (shiny lacquered walls), are beginning to repaint it.


They intend to “make something of it.”

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