I’VE BEEN ASKED WHO AM I AND WHAT AM I DOING SO MANY TIMES LAST NIGHT THAT IBECAME UNKNOWN. AS MUCH TO THEM AS FOR MYSELF. IN AN EXCHANGE OFQUESTIONS ANSWERED BY QUESTIONS LIKE MOUNTAINS ASK THEIR REFLECTIONS ON ASILENT LAKE. WHO AM I. AND WHAT AM I DOING. I ASK THEM. TRYING TO SWITCH BODIESIN PRESENT TIME AND SPACE.

THIS IS MY BEDROOM;

I ANSWERED THEM SOMETHING THAT THEY DID NOT ASK. MAYBE BECAUSE THAT IS ALL ICOULD GIVE THEM. I’VE SAID THEM TOO THAT I AM AN ARTIST, THAT I DON’T KNOW, THATI’M FROM ARGENTINA, THAT MY NAME IS ANA, THAT I AM SLEEPING HERE TONIGHT.

I’VE BEEN ASKED TOO IF “THIS IS A HIPPIE THING”, OR "IS THIS TOO PRIVATE", “CAN ICOME IN”, “CAN I HAVE AN APPLE”, “ARE YOU SMART”, “CAN I TOUCH THE LAMP”, “WHEREARE YOU GOING PEE” AND “ WHERE ARE YOU GOING NEXT”.

ASK ME SOMETHING AND I’LL ASK YOU IF YOU’D LIKE TO COME IN. OR WHAT’S YOURNAME. WHAT IS IT YOU ARE DOING AS WELL TONIGHT. AND IF YOU ARE WELL TOO.

I ASKED TOM IN BETWEEN THE ENTRANCE AND EXIT OF THE UNKNOWNS IF HE FELT LIKE AMAGICIAN. I ANSWERED TO MEGAN THAT THIS WAS BETTER THAN IN THE NINJA MOVIES.TOM ASKED THE GIRL IN THE WHITE DRESS IF SHE WANTED A CUDDLE AND SHE SAID YES.THE BOY WITH THE DREADLOCKS SAID THAT IT WAS OK IF I TOOK A PICTURE OF HIM ANDSMILED.

TWO HIGH SCHOOL PHILOSOPHY TEACHERS STOOD AT THE DOOR WONDERING WHATWAS GOING ON. ONE OF THEM WAS DOING THE TALKING. HE ASKED FOR OUR NAMES ANDOUR INTENTIONS. HE WAS INTRIGUED, SURPRISED AND COMFORTABLE MAN. HALF ANHOUR AFTER, THEY CAME BACK WITH A BAG OF CHOCOLATES. THOSE KIND OF GIFTS.

WE WENT TO BED LISTENING TO THE TRANSACTIONS OF THE ATM AT THE FRONT OF OURFISH TANK SHELTER. WE WENT TO SLEEP GLIMPSED BY THE CHAPEL STREETNIGHT-WALKERS. THE TAXIS HELD IN LINE BEHIND THE GLASS WAITING FOR SOME OTHERUNKNOWNS TO JUMP IN THEIR CARS. WE CLOSED OUR EYES LETTING IT BE ALLHAPPENING.