I keep trying to work out what that means and the only thing I can come up with is that somewhere in you there was already a story about me, and the photograph didn’t create it, it just gave it somewhere to stand.

And I don’t know where that story came from and I don’t think it came from me.

Anyway.

Here is what I want, and it’s the only thing I’m going to ask you for.

I don’t want money.

Do not send money.

I mean this and I will send it back.

I want you to come and tell me yourself.