Now, stop everything you're doing,
allow your heart to race,
and look at me.
To steal...
is not to take something away or break something.
It is a special case. An elegant vice.
It's an amalgam of secrets, felonies,
mischief and terror.
Just like with Heathcliff in Wuthering Heights,
a life dedicated to stealing brings about the ultimate sensuality.
It's a prison of sexiness from which she cannot escape.
Its psychological foundation is...
unknown.
Who is the slave?
Who is the master?
Is God watching her?
Has God abandoned her?
The act of stealing lets her forget everything
and keeps her memories at a safe distance.
Don't speak, run.
Don't run, but hide.
If you find me, punish me.
If you punish me, kill me.
Save me.
But you have nothing left for me to steal, silly boy.
You've long since been empty, just like me.
So if you want to look at me,
then stop everything you're doing.
Stop everything but your beating heart and look at me.
Woman named Mine Fujiko