Late last night I was awoken by the loud sex sounds of a woman. I didn’t hear her partner. I walked to my living room and looked out the window. All of the rooms in the surrounding buildings were dark; the city seemed asleep except for the heavy breathing and excitement that rose from a place very (indeed, deliciously) near my apartment. The proximity and clarity of the moaning enabled me to picture the unseen women: I imagined her to be Mexican (there must be a difference between Mexican moaning and American moaning), with long legs, and black curly hair. She was bouncing on her silent partner. At last she came and became as calm as the sea. I returned to sleep and had a dream that looked much like this 19th century Japanese drawing, Dream of The Fisherman’s Wife, which I recently found on our music intern’s blog.

I think it is one of the most erotic images ever conceived.