In the middle of the room a chair made of hard, white wood.

On the chair I sit all dressed in black.

I think I've been there for a few months. In the beginning animals and people would go by me. The animals showed little interest, if any, and the people...

One man would come once a week and smell me for about 10 minutes, one would walk toward me, slap me and disappear. One man would come every day, undress me and paint my body white. Immediately after two men with rags and a bowl of water would come, clean me and dress me.

Eventually the animals stopped coming, and after them the people too wouldn't come as frequently as they used to. The last one who came was the man who painted white.

The man had a thin brush and warm paint and I would wait for his visits. He didn't talk, didn't smile and every time I came he would wink to me and go away immediately after that. Sometimes I would ask him to change the color to something happier or darker, but he wouldn't say a word, keep working and come back the next day with the White. And then he too stopped coming.

I was sitting naked and painted white on a white chair in the middle of a white room and try to remember the world I came from. Sometimes I had flashes of silvery trees and silvery flowers against red skies. Sometimes I would recall naked girls running on silver plains of grass, and kiss in a blue sunset.

Yesterday the man who paint white came again, naked, all painted in black. I thought that it was finally it, that he would make love to me, but he just stood in front of me, looked at me, jerked off, came and went, leaving a small puddle behind.

After him the two men with the rags and the water bowl came, washed me, dressed me in black and went away.

I sit on a chair all dressed in black.

The chair is made out of hard white wood, in the middle of a room.

The room is big, empty and white.