A page from my notebook:

"June 14th, 1999 4 a.m. "A dream, crystal clear, in which I was saying goodbye to Jorge and Felix, from which I awoke with the sound of deep sobbing (in my dream). First Felix ‹we told each other what a great time we¹d had together. Then he left and I was looking through some things, a silk-screened tablecloth we had hoped to transform into a multiple, with text, and I wondered if I would ever do it. I folded it carefully and put it back in its box. Then Jorge arrived. He had his lips pursed and was wearing a sort of silvery magenta lipstick, startlingly bright. I said how did he do it, and he said he had matched the color when we were last together earlier. The color had some significance. Did it match something I was wearing? He called it "azurro". We were saying goodbye when I was awoken by the sound of deep sobbing, coming from a deeper level, bubbling up from beneath the dream, from a deeper self. "
I should silk-screen the description of this dream onto a tablecloth."

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Felix & Jorge, June 16, 1999, 1999
(detail, silkscreen on linen tablecoth)