.... nearly a year ago,

.... two people were walking round a winding exhibition in a museum in New York. One of them stopped to read a poem on the wall, and liked it so much she keyed it into her cell phone to remember.

This is how the poem goes:

"Give me a sharp knife
and as I cut the stars
cover the sky with a grey cloth
and tell the flowers I do not want perfume"

She remembers hoping that she won't be this way, and that she'll always want perfume.