i said, would you wear my shoes you said no, you have never used such shoes, you don’t imagine you can and i said well that’s good wear this hat then, i said i will walk with you in the scorching sun, maybe offer you shade you said no, you got to make appearances would you read my soul, i asked you said - no, it’s not what i read i said okay, what if i give my shoes, hats, soul, blood and flesh no you said, you don’t feel like it okay, i said, i’ll write everything down then but i restrained the spill, until my body was full of perforations