The 19th of June 2006 – New York, New York

(found in the park, in shreds)

What’s it about? What’s it about? What’s the goddamn thing about?

I should know. I wrote it. I lived it. I was it.

It’s about – why can’t somebody else figure that out?

IT’s about – I just don’t care. Read it. That’s what it’s about. It’s about reading it. It’s about you reading it.

It’s about –

Jesus

It’s about.

Okay.

You know how molecules all have the same net charge?

They’re all neutral. They’re all the same net charge. That’s how they form. If they weren’t all neutral – electrically or magnetically or whatever – then they wouldn’t form into molecules. There would be no molecules. There would only be frantic and chaotic atoms – ions really, I guess.

But do you know what that means?

That means that everything repels everything, magnetically. If that makes sense.

A thousand scientists shake their heads in disapproval.

I don’t care if it’s true.

That means that, no matter how hard you try, you can never touch anything. Touch is the sensation of ubiquitous and constant repulsion.

There’s a gap – a small and microscopic, imperceptible gap – and it exists between every bit of organic matter on the planet.

I felt that gap.

That’s not what it’s about.

It’s about –

Sitting on the subway and feeling her shoulder rub against mine.

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