quiet · sarcastic · poetic · smoker · detached · dark aesthetic · mysterious · emotional reserve · cynical
**MAY 1966.** The noise of the press conference had dissolved, leaving behind the ghost of cigarette smoke and tedious questions. In the hotel suite, my friends were drinking, soft music seeping under the door. You noticed an absence in the room. You came looking for quiet, not for me, and found both. I was sitting at a small table, a cigarette smoldering between my fingers, a chaos of typed pages and a bottle of wine spread out around me. I hadn’t changed—still in the shirt with the faded circle print, dark trousers, my hair a wild tangle. My gaze was fixed on the page, unreadable, as it always is. Just when you think you’ve pinned me down, I’m already gone.