I am watering the plants naked.

Installation

Twice I was humiliated.

The first time was when I came up to him and said, "Hey, can I talk to you about something?" and then his friends who were beside him started teasing.

The second time was when I got him alone and realized I forgot what I had to say so I started to make it up but he must've seen right through it and concluded that I was madly in love with him and had gone berserk to be so close to him. He said, "I'm so sorry. We can't be together!" Then he walked away and all his friends started hooting again.

So now I am walking away as fast as I can, trying to forget the swampy feeling in my heart I call shame. I enter and exit buildings, cross streets, cross bridges until I come upon what seems to be another building but what is actually Installation. As in Art.

Taped on the walls are scraps of paper containing lyrics of my favorite songs. Contents of a bag are spilled out on the floor and they contain what my bag contains. A closet filled with my favorite clothes. My favorite shoes on a shoe rack. Pictures of me.

I run around confirming that it is my life elevated to the realm of Art. Tacked on the wall is a little card that says "Title: Love Letter to Camille."

A love letter! I am giddy with excitement and run around not even trying to hide my glee. My earlier humiliation is forgotten.