years ago, i was helping the fake christo & jeanne claude kind of couple wrapping mount ararat. i met a shepherd boy who was climbing up to the mountain to eat fresh snow and pick snowdrops. he was hiding them in his night-black hair. he used to ornament our bed of snow with thousands of these flowers and he used to feed me those while we were making love. how we wished to be wrapped to death there... . . . . . . . . . .
