i hate being asked to define myself.
i love to read.
from dave eggers' a heartbreaking work of staggering genius:
"there's too many of them, of us, too many, too similar. what are they all doing here? all this standing, all this standing, sitting, talking. there isn't even a pool table, darts, anything. just this loitering, lolling, this drinking of beer in thick glasses -
i risked everything for this?
something needs to happen. something huge. the taking over of something, a building, a city, a country. we should all be armed and taking over small countries. or rioting. or no: an orgy. there should be an orgy.
all these people - we should close the doors and dim the lights and be naked together. we could start with all of us, k.c. and jessica, go from there. that would make it all worthwhile, that would justify everything. we could move the tables, bring in some couches, mattresses, pillows, towels, stuffed animals...
but this - this is obscene. how dare we be standing around, talking about nothing, not running in one huge mass of people, running at something, something huge, knocking it over? why do we all bother coming out, gathering here in numbers like this, without starting fires, tearing things down? how dare we not lock the doors and replace the white bulbs with red and commence with the massive orgy, the joyous mingling of a thousand arms, legs, breasts?
we are wasting this.
what could we possibly be talking about?"
