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Walking the streets of Amsterdam or anywhere for that matter, was being outside. I was a street walker, and would look at each house as a work of art, as aesthetic staging, national character, color and design, scheme, a painting put together with the experience of feeling, the mood, the intuition, the harmonizations, the terrestrial energy and so on. But I was outside. What do I want to be inside for ? It is one place - period. "I don't get out much." Outside is all places. But more than that, each place was a mystery, with hints by the keptness of the front. This is who I or we are. I preferred the hints. That way I had an exterior stage set and could dump anything onto the bards I wanted. I could write my own theater. But then again the other problem was choosing a particular one, if one were to settle down and get stuck with it. Actually I never got there. Never had to make that choice, as 'once and for all'. Well it is warm in there. That has one thing going for it. I guess I likeed the procession of the seasons and wished summer was longer.

I didn't want to be inside. I was out in the cold, sleeping on the ground, naked in sky and open-air ambulation, twenty-four hours a day. I got out. I couldn't be her, the woman in the window. But I am a wanna-be of my own making of sorts. I want to be by another in certain respects, because it leastwise makes me feel so great. Is she a [[[sex goddess or goddess of sex]]]? It is a proposition, exchange of information, agreements, standards and measures, a fifty-fifty, tilted to one side or the other. And that other side of the canal, a definite influence aware or not.

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