I dreamt of Boris.
He was sitting at the reception desk of your practice telling me: he is in a mood today, he is preparing the students for a competition.
And it hit me,
whilst I was waiting around for you, you were living the life. I am in your practice, and yes, you are in a mood, but not because of the students or the competition, you are in a mood because I am there. You were so handsome, with those broad shoulders and biceps that flexed when you crossed your arms under your chest, placing your hands in your armpits.
I woke up in tears,
the kind which pulls out a sob... and yet, so scarcely they fall. A tear here and there, out of a dream, but from the reality, that, from me, you are gone. Forever.  – Dante Buu
(Dante Buu, “KB | Open Window, Dante Buu”, 2021, Künstlerhaus Bethanien, available at: https://www.bethanien.de/en/exhibitions/open-window-9/)