AUGUST 30th through OCTOBER 31st I fell asleep on your sofa and had a dream about a small child in dungarees, who caught his hands in the doors of the Paris metro. Then my face cracked open and you were there dressed in green, saying something obscene. But that's why I came here in the first place. Oh well, that and the tea. Can I stay here lying under the table together with you now? Can I hold you? Forever in acrylic afternoons. JARVIS COCKER