8th August 2008

hypnotist’s secrets are as closely guarded as a magician’s (or that she was enjoying my obsession with her art.) Either way, I bid her adieu and got lost in my thoughts back to my temporary abode.
The next morning I awoke not in the bed I’d known for the past weeks but in a strange room littered with books, tapestries and an oddly abundant collection of wool sweaters. Ruby haired hypnotist standing in the doorway to the kitchen posed like feline with two mugs of le café.

“I suppose you could call my encore boomerang hypnosis”