i remember the stormy summer evening we got together, masking our sympathy behind work that we have decided to meet for. heat of a day hung in the air, atmosphere tensed before the thunder. it was a beautiful day. we were making a silver web of attraction between us, studying each other, playing a game. you touched a mole on my shoulder and drew a line down towards the hand and i knew i didn't confuse your interest with anything else.

you asked me to give you a symbol, and i thought of a ship - majestic wooden holland ship with a statue on the bow, all dark and mysterious. such an obvious association. you said i was a deck of cards.
you asked me to define myself after, and at the time i felt like a hallway. posh hallway with plenty doors, some of them wide open, some of them with a lock, old and new, hundreds of them. do i still feel that way?