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 –


It’s about.


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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