Maybe I did not disappear at all.
The others just don’t know, where I am.
Perhaps I’ve locked myself in and didn’t go out for more than three weeks.
No one was looking for me.
No one was wondering where I was.
I wished to move.
There was no notification.
It is possible that the apartment is not the main topic.
I made it.
I was always obing all the instructions.
I was always wathching out not to do anything incorrect.
I kept everything clean.
When they met in the staircase, I said hi to everyone.
I observed them from a distance.
I said hi to the whole building.
By behaving well I created a good and cordial atmosphere in the building.
If someone comes up to me and says, you did not do this well.
Well then, then I deny everything. It’s about time to come up with the truth.
You don’t know what you are talking about. You just don’t know.
Of course you can say, that you heard me talking.
Yeah, just say it. Fuckhead.
But don’t tell me.
Don’t hesitate to mention it.
But some things, I tell you, some things will never be clear anyway.

Time passes. I remember every ejaculation.
Sometimes I didn’t feel my cock after.
No more cock afert.
I remember very well, the bird would always come here.
Fast, past.
Down on my balcony.
Yeah. It was nice.
It was twice.
It was, what it was.
A Bed, a room, a table, roughly set.